Seduce me if you dare: Alpha Billionaire Romance (The Secret Matchmaker Book 1) by L.N. Pearl, S.K. Lee Page B
Authors: L.N. Pearl, S.K. Lee
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after that, which I was grateful for. I tapped my foot to the music flowing from the radio and my mood had settled from overtly excited to anticipatory by the time we pulled up to the club.
"Here we are, ma'am." He opened the door and offered me a hand.
I took it and got out of the car, thanking him and walking straight to the front door as if I owned the place. The line wrapped around the building, but I'd been there enough times to know most of the bouncers on a first name basis.
"Lila! Girl, you are looking exceptionally delicious tonight." The large muscled bouncer smiled and pushed the door open for me to slip through.
"Not looking too bad yourself, Clay." I licked at my lips and slipped into the club as he chuckled and shook his head. They all knew me well enough to know that I wasn't looking for much more than a night of fun, so getting involved with me would do nothing but leave them frustrated by hoping for another time, which wouldn’t happen. Dating was for someone with stronger resolve. That someone wasn't me.
There was no time to waste since I hadn't been able to get out of a business meeting the weekend before so had missed my Thursday night. I was yearning for the kind of attention that only the right guy could give.
Now to find him.
I walked to the bar and placed my clutch in front of me before smiling up at the new bartender. He wasn't much over twenty, with his hair a bit messy and his eyes full of mischief.
"I thought my night was going good, but now... fuck me. You have to be the prettiest thing I've seen in months." He leaned over, sliding his fingers along the bar top between us. "What can I getcha tonight, gorgeous?"
Brushing my hair behind my shoulder again, I glanced up and acted as if I was reading the various liquor labels behind him.
"Hmmmm... I'm thinking a Jack and Coke. Can you make it a double and throw in two olives for me?" I shifted my gaze to rest on him as his smile widened.
"I've never had such a request, but I might just have to try it myself sometime soon." He winked at me and turned, busying himself with making the drink. His black jeans hugged his ass and I'd be lying if I didn't say I was interested, but honestly he wasn't my type. He was missing the biggest part of what I was after... money. Rich boys didn’t want commitment.
The deep scent of expensive cologne washed over me and I stifled a smile as I glanced to my left where someone had moved in beside me.
His blond hair was a perfect mixture of shades no salon could ever imitate, and was perfectly cut on the sides, but messy as if he'd run his hand through it a million times. Sadness sat around the edges of his ocean blue eyes, but it didn't diminish how incredibly stunning he was.
I smiled shyly, privately smirking at the idea of having a shy bone in my body. The bartender turned and placed my drink in front of me as the handsome stranger nodded toward my beverage.
"Make it two." He glanced at me, his eyes moving around my face as if he were trying to assess the fullness of my personality in a glance.
"Do I make the cut?" Lifting my drink to my lips, I sucked the dark poison into my mouth through the tiny straw I was given.
"What cut is that?" He took his drink from the bartender and lifted a large wad of cash from his pocket, giving the younger man a hundred. "Start a tab for us."
"Yes, Sir." He took the cash and disappeared with a sour look on his boyishly handsome face.
Mr. Richey Rich tucked the wad of cash back into his inside jacket pocket and picked up his drink for a quick sip.
"Your actions answered my question." I let out a soft laugh and took another sip of my drink as he turned and pressed his back to the bar top. His black suit was tailor made, fitting him like a glove and leaving me wanting to move a little closer.
He crossed his arms over his chest and turned toward me, a smile lifting his lips a little. "Where are your friends? A woman at a bar without friends is a bit dangerous, don't you
"Here we are, ma'am." He opened the door and offered me a hand.
I took it and got out of the car, thanking him and walking straight to the front door as if I owned the place. The line wrapped around the building, but I'd been there enough times to know most of the bouncers on a first name basis.
"Lila! Girl, you are looking exceptionally delicious tonight." The large muscled bouncer smiled and pushed the door open for me to slip through.
"Not looking too bad yourself, Clay." I licked at my lips and slipped into the club as he chuckled and shook his head. They all knew me well enough to know that I wasn't looking for much more than a night of fun, so getting involved with me would do nothing but leave them frustrated by hoping for another time, which wouldn’t happen. Dating was for someone with stronger resolve. That someone wasn't me.
There was no time to waste since I hadn't been able to get out of a business meeting the weekend before so had missed my Thursday night. I was yearning for the kind of attention that only the right guy could give.
Now to find him.
I walked to the bar and placed my clutch in front of me before smiling up at the new bartender. He wasn't much over twenty, with his hair a bit messy and his eyes full of mischief.
"I thought my night was going good, but now... fuck me. You have to be the prettiest thing I've seen in months." He leaned over, sliding his fingers along the bar top between us. "What can I getcha tonight, gorgeous?"
Brushing my hair behind my shoulder again, I glanced up and acted as if I was reading the various liquor labels behind him.
"Hmmmm... I'm thinking a Jack and Coke. Can you make it a double and throw in two olives for me?" I shifted my gaze to rest on him as his smile widened.
"I've never had such a request, but I might just have to try it myself sometime soon." He winked at me and turned, busying himself with making the drink. His black jeans hugged his ass and I'd be lying if I didn't say I was interested, but honestly he wasn't my type. He was missing the biggest part of what I was after... money. Rich boys didn’t want commitment.
The deep scent of expensive cologne washed over me and I stifled a smile as I glanced to my left where someone had moved in beside me.
His blond hair was a perfect mixture of shades no salon could ever imitate, and was perfectly cut on the sides, but messy as if he'd run his hand through it a million times. Sadness sat around the edges of his ocean blue eyes, but it didn't diminish how incredibly stunning he was.
I smiled shyly, privately smirking at the idea of having a shy bone in my body. The bartender turned and placed my drink in front of me as the handsome stranger nodded toward my beverage.
"Make it two." He glanced at me, his eyes moving around my face as if he were trying to assess the fullness of my personality in a glance.
"Do I make the cut?" Lifting my drink to my lips, I sucked the dark poison into my mouth through the tiny straw I was given.
"What cut is that?" He took his drink from the bartender and lifted a large wad of cash from his pocket, giving the younger man a hundred. "Start a tab for us."
"Yes, Sir." He took the cash and disappeared with a sour look on his boyishly handsome face.
Mr. Richey Rich tucked the wad of cash back into his inside jacket pocket and picked up his drink for a quick sip.
"Your actions answered my question." I let out a soft laugh and took another sip of my drink as he turned and pressed his back to the bar top. His black suit was tailor made, fitting him like a glove and leaving me wanting to move a little closer.
He crossed his arms over his chest and turned toward me, a smile lifting his lips a little. "Where are your friends? A woman at a bar without friends is a bit dangerous, don't you
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