The world spun just a little, but otherwise good. Adding three inches to my five-foot-eight height gave my legs a sexy appeal, lengthening my overall appearance. It also had the skirt at my hips looking indecently short, but it covered the right amount.
Unless I bent over.
Well, that would be one way to draw Mr. Hottie’s attention.
I giggled to myself as I approached him. The stool beside him sat empty, giving me the opening I needed. I squeezed in beside him and the vacant seat, resting my elbows on the counter as if I wanted to flag down the bartender. My arm purposefully brushed his in my ploy, sending a zing of electricity across my skin.
Frowning, I glanced at him and met a pair of gorgeous sapphire eyes dusted in golden lashes. Wow, his face up close was a sight to behold. Chiseled perfection. His mouth seemed to beg me to taste him, drawing me in, consuming my vision.
Rick’s dare appealed far more than it should.
What would this stranger do if I just laid one on him? Would he kiss me back? Push me away? Gasp?
I leaned closer, enthralled by the mystery of his reaction, addicted to the allure of his lips. He hadn’t even said a word, barely even met my gaze, and already I would beg him for a night in bed.
“Who are you?” I marveled, completely in awe of his existence. I trailed my fingers up his jacket-clad arm, needing to touch him, to be near his energy, his pure presence.
He appeared equally as captivated, his throat working as he swallowed. His ocean-blue gaze ran over my features, his tongue sliding out to slick the seam of his mouth. I eyed the movement like a woman starved, desiring him more than I desired to breathe.
What is happening to me?
This instant draw, this attraction, floored me, forcing me to lean in, needing him, craving him. I brushed my lips against his, enthused by the feel of him at first touch.
Oh God…
He grabbed my elbow, his grip tight, pulling me closer. Energy hummed between us as my side aligned with his, his warmth a blanket I didn’t know I needed.
“Do you often kiss men you hardly know?” he asked against my mouth, his voice deep, seductive. Sexy as fuck.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Well, that’s something, at least,” he whispered darkly, his peppermint breath hot against my tongue. I leaned in for another taste, but his grip on my elbow held me in place beside him. “You want to take a walk?”
The words came off as a demand despite the intended question behind them. “Where to?” I asked, completely under his thrall regardless of the warning bells sounding my head.
He’s a stranger. Don’t leave with him!
But he feels so familiar, so right…
That’s the alcohol talking, sweetheart.
Or something else entirely.
Because I didn’t feel drunk at all. The daze and confusion of the shots had already worn off, leaving me hot and needy against this too-strong male. His intoxicating scent was like a drug, infusing me with these urges I didn’t understand.
“Outside,” he suggested, his bottom lip teasing my mouth by remaining just a hairsbreadth away. I clenched my thighs, his deep tenor sending me into a pit of arousal only he could save me from.
“Who are you?” I asked again, completely lost to him. My gaze held his, my breathing erratic. “What are you doing to me?”
“I could ask you the same, princess,” he replied, his hand a brand against my elbow. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Definitely not a question now.
Yet I found myself nodding, accepting this bizarre proposal despite every logical instinct inside me rioting and demanding I say no.
It’s just a walk.
You’ve lost your mind.