Trusting You (Second Chances #2)(74)

A face like that could only be attached to near perfection. Square, smooth jawline, prominent nose and cheekbones, full lips, olive-toned, sun-kissed skin, and eyes that looked like melted chocolate. I couldn’t tell what color hair he had because he wore a black fedora that was slightly tilted to one side, giving him a devilish air.

If he were an all-you-can-eat buffet, I’d unbutton the top of my jeans and dig in.

I stared at him dumbly, my brain refusing to form a cohesive thought, so I knew speaking wasn’t going to happen.

He smiled, placing his hands palm down on the bar and leaning over the top slightly, bringing his manly goodness a little closer. “Bottoms up.”

“I’m not drinking tonight,” I said, proud that I found my voice.

His dark eyes swept over my face and he smiled. Then, still watching me, he picked up the shot glass and emptied it all into his mouth in one great gulp. He set it back down in front of me. “Most girls would have just taken the shot.”

“I’m not most girls.”

He leaned both elbows on the bar and stared at me. “So I see.”

A little shiver raced up my spine. It was one of those shivers that felt so delicious I just wanted to have another. The sound of his voice was like the roar of a lion, the growl of an alpha, because it churned up some primal instinct in me to obey his every command.

Man, this place was starting to make me crazy. I had to get out of here.

“Thanks for the drink,” I said, spinning the stool around and getting ready to hop off.

“So you’re the new dancer?”

I glanced over my shoulder, looking around the curtain of my chestnut-colored hair. “That depends.”

“On?”

“On whether or not I have the guts to show up tomorrow night.”

A slow smile curved his lips. “Well, I sure hope you do.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing more of you.”

The bottom dropped out of my stomach and I’m pretty sure my cheeks turned bright pink. He chuckled, the low sound carrying over every other sound in the place and echoing through the deepest parts of my mind.

Then he picked up the empty shot glass and turned around. “See ya around,” he said, tossing the words over his broad shoulder.

It wasn’t until I was outside fumbling around with my car keys that I wondered if he meant he actually wanted to see me again… or just the parts of me I dared to bare.