thoughts. She blinked, finding Tony watching her in concern. “Huh?” she said.
“I asked if you were ready to order. You’ve been staring at the menu for five minutes. And you ignored me the four times I asked you what you wanted.” Five minutes? She’d spaced out for that long? And she hadn’t even noticed him talking to her. What was the matter with her?
A startling thought sliced into her consciousness.
She wasn’t having a good time.
Here she was, on a first date with a seriously cute guy who she’d normal y be incredibly attracted to, but the thril wasn’t there.
She didn’t want to feel Tony’s lips on hers for the first time. Didn’t want to undress him and find out what lay beneath his black trousers and navy-blue suit jacket.
She felt zero enthusiasm about starting a casual fling with this man.
Because she stil wanted Matt O’Connor.
Because she’d fallen for Matt O’Connor.
Swal owing hard, she met her date’s now-annoyed eyes and said, “How about we cal it a night?”
“God, your chest is rock-hard,” the little brunette in Matt’s arms purred, tightening her arms around his neck. “No wonder you’re so good at this game.” Matt decided not to point out that hard chests had nothing to do with a game of pool. Precision, maybe.
A steady grip. But not a damned chest.
Smothering a weary sigh, he slowly ducked out of the woman’s embrace and reached for the cue he’d rested against the side of the table. “Let’s finish the game.”
Her brown eyes flickered with irritation as he moved to the other side of the pool table and pretended to study the placement of the bal s. Fuck, why had he bothered coming here tonight? The Sand Bar was always the place to go when you wanted to find a warm, wil ing body to spend the night with, but for some reason, the mob of bodies and the scent of sweat and perfume made him nauseous. And the loud reggae music blasting from the speakers was giving him a headache.
He shouldn’t have come here. The idea of sex with a total stranger held absolutely no appeal for him right now.
“Actual y,” he said, setting down the pool cue again,
“I think I’m going to head out. I feel like I’m coming down with something.”
The brunette whose name he hadn’t even asked for gazed at him in disappointment. Then, without another word, she sauntered off, her firm ass swaying at each step she took. Not even the sight of a nice ass could lift his spirits.
Final y releasing that sigh lodged in his chest, he maneuvered through the crowd of people. Two blondes with heavy makeup shot him come-hither smiles but he ignored them, intent on getting the hel out of there. He also ignored a throaty “What’s the hurry, stud?” and a teasing “Hey, baby” from two other females.
When he stepped into the balmy night air, relief swam through him. Fuck. It was like a feeding frenzy in there. Hungry female piranhas after his body.
Usual y his ego would inflate from al the attention, but right now, he just felt sleazy that he used to spend so much time in a place like that.
“Hey.”
At the sound of yet another female voice, he clenched his fists, ready to shoot the chick down—
and probably not in a gentle way.
And then he turned around and the irritated words of rejection got stuck in his throat. Savannah was standing by the entrance of the bar. His eyes ate her up, taking in the little violet dress and silver open-toed sandals she wore. Her hair was tied up in a complicated-looking twist and subtle makeup emphasized her beautiful features.
He cleared his throat, searching for his voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” she said simply.
There was about ten feet separating them, but Matt didn’t make a move to bridge the distance. Wariness circled him like an uneasy scavenger examining a carcass. What was she doing here? After the way they’d left things, he hadn’t thought he’d ever see her again.
Savannah took a step toward
“I asked if you were ready to order. You’ve been staring at the menu for five minutes. And you ignored me the four times I asked you what you wanted.” Five minutes? She’d spaced out for that long? And she hadn’t even noticed him talking to her. What was the matter with her?
A startling thought sliced into her consciousness.
She wasn’t having a good time.
Here she was, on a first date with a seriously cute guy who she’d normal y be incredibly attracted to, but the thril wasn’t there.
She didn’t want to feel Tony’s lips on hers for the first time. Didn’t want to undress him and find out what lay beneath his black trousers and navy-blue suit jacket.
She felt zero enthusiasm about starting a casual fling with this man.
Because she stil wanted Matt O’Connor.
Because she’d fallen for Matt O’Connor.
Swal owing hard, she met her date’s now-annoyed eyes and said, “How about we cal it a night?”
“God, your chest is rock-hard,” the little brunette in Matt’s arms purred, tightening her arms around his neck. “No wonder you’re so good at this game.” Matt decided not to point out that hard chests had nothing to do with a game of pool. Precision, maybe.
A steady grip. But not a damned chest.
Smothering a weary sigh, he slowly ducked out of the woman’s embrace and reached for the cue he’d rested against the side of the table. “Let’s finish the game.”
Her brown eyes flickered with irritation as he moved to the other side of the pool table and pretended to study the placement of the bal s. Fuck, why had he bothered coming here tonight? The Sand Bar was always the place to go when you wanted to find a warm, wil ing body to spend the night with, but for some reason, the mob of bodies and the scent of sweat and perfume made him nauseous. And the loud reggae music blasting from the speakers was giving him a headache.
He shouldn’t have come here. The idea of sex with a total stranger held absolutely no appeal for him right now.
“Actual y,” he said, setting down the pool cue again,
“I think I’m going to head out. I feel like I’m coming down with something.”
The brunette whose name he hadn’t even asked for gazed at him in disappointment. Then, without another word, she sauntered off, her firm ass swaying at each step she took. Not even the sight of a nice ass could lift his spirits.
Final y releasing that sigh lodged in his chest, he maneuvered through the crowd of people. Two blondes with heavy makeup shot him come-hither smiles but he ignored them, intent on getting the hel out of there. He also ignored a throaty “What’s the hurry, stud?” and a teasing “Hey, baby” from two other females.
When he stepped into the balmy night air, relief swam through him. Fuck. It was like a feeding frenzy in there. Hungry female piranhas after his body.
Usual y his ego would inflate from al the attention, but right now, he just felt sleazy that he used to spend so much time in a place like that.
“Hey.”
At the sound of yet another female voice, he clenched his fists, ready to shoot the chick down—
and probably not in a gentle way.
And then he turned around and the irritated words of rejection got stuck in his throat. Savannah was standing by the entrance of the bar. His eyes ate her up, taking in the little violet dress and silver open-toed sandals she wore. Her hair was tied up in a complicated-looking twist and subtle makeup emphasized her beautiful features.
He cleared his throat, searching for his voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you,” she said simply.
There was about ten feet separating them, but Matt didn’t make a move to bridge the distance. Wariness circled him like an uneasy scavenger examining a carcass. What was she doing here? After the way they’d left things, he hadn’t thought he’d ever see her again.
Savannah took a step toward
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