their table obviously eager to wait on him. “Scotch, on the rocks.” He ordered before both the waitress and her mystery man looked over at Sidney waiting for her to order as well.
"I'll just take another ice water.” All she needed was alcohol tonight. She felt her body awakening to this man in just the ninety seconds since she'd seen him. An ache formed in her belly and traveled slightly south. Her body craved him. No doubt a couple drinks would send her right over the edge to doing something she'd regret.
Mr. Blue eyes leaned in toward her. As his eyes caressed her body, goose bumps pebbled on her skin.
"Are you sure you don't want anything with more of a kick, Sugar?"
Shaking herself free from the trance he had her in, Sidney turned towards the waitress. “An ice water.” Sidney leaned backwards in her chair to bring more space between them. She winked to her table mate before turning to the waitress again, “with a lemon wedge on the side."
The waitress stalked away with heavy steps. She obviously thought she was crazy for not engaging in a little bit of alcoholic drink with the man sitting across from her. Just one look from him told her she didn't need anything to drink to fold to this man. She couldn't let that happen.
A smooth, sexy laugh snapped her attention back toward the man sitting across from her. “Lemon wasn't quite the kind of kick I was talking about but now I'm thinking you might have been on the right track anyway. If you have anything with alcohol my plans for tonight would be shot to hell. I don't take advantage of a woman who has been drinking."
Oh man this guy is cocky. “What makes you think I'm interested in whatever you have planned?"
He returned the wink she'd sent him minutes before. “You're interested, Sugar. You're just too strong-willed to admit it."
Yep, she was definitely interested. She felt her breasts tingle. Her body betrayed her. Sid never had a one night stand in her life. Well, not on purpose at least. Right now her body begged her to do it, to give into what she knew she couldn't do. That didn't sit well.
"So sure of yourself are you?"
"Yes."
Okay. He definitely didn't lack any self-confidence. Cocky men so weren't her thing but he had her body blazing with desire anyway.
She opened her lips to send him away, but her mouth had a mind of its own. “What's your name?” Damn it. Why did I ask that?
He cocked his brows smugly before replying, “Questions from the woman who isn't interested?"
"I was just making conversation since its obvious you don't plan on leaving my table any time soon."
He obviously decided to play along by answering her question. One look told her he knew she was lying just as much as she did. “Trenton Stone. Do I get to ask questions too?"
"Sure,” Sidney replied hoping the loud beat of her heart couldn't be heard across the table.
"Okay. Tit for tat. What's your name?"
"Sidney,” she blurted out. “Sidney Clark."
"What do you do for a living, Sidney?"
Oh God. The way her name rolled off his tongue made her come close to a swoon. Sidney didn't swoon.
"I own a shop called, Mystic Boutique with my best friend, Abby. I sell books, crystals, Tarot cards, that kind of thing, and Abby does readings.” Depending on his reply Sid would either ditch their conversation right now and head up to her room, or she'd play his game for a little bit longer, see where it might take them.
Most people gave her a look like she was crazy when she told them about Mystic Boutique. People always scoffed at what they didn't understand. As long as they didn't look down on her for it, Sid didn't care if it was their thing or not. Not everyone was into it, but she didn't like to be judged for her shop either.
"I have to admit I don't know a lot about that kind of thing, but I think it's respectable that you're out there doing something you love."
Most men laughed at the idea of Mystic Boutique. Or they wanted to pretend she didn't do what she did.
"I'll just take another ice water.” All she needed was alcohol tonight. She felt her body awakening to this man in just the ninety seconds since she'd seen him. An ache formed in her belly and traveled slightly south. Her body craved him. No doubt a couple drinks would send her right over the edge to doing something she'd regret.
Mr. Blue eyes leaned in toward her. As his eyes caressed her body, goose bumps pebbled on her skin.
"Are you sure you don't want anything with more of a kick, Sugar?"
Shaking herself free from the trance he had her in, Sidney turned towards the waitress. “An ice water.” Sidney leaned backwards in her chair to bring more space between them. She winked to her table mate before turning to the waitress again, “with a lemon wedge on the side."
The waitress stalked away with heavy steps. She obviously thought she was crazy for not engaging in a little bit of alcoholic drink with the man sitting across from her. Just one look from him told her she didn't need anything to drink to fold to this man. She couldn't let that happen.
A smooth, sexy laugh snapped her attention back toward the man sitting across from her. “Lemon wasn't quite the kind of kick I was talking about but now I'm thinking you might have been on the right track anyway. If you have anything with alcohol my plans for tonight would be shot to hell. I don't take advantage of a woman who has been drinking."
Oh man this guy is cocky. “What makes you think I'm interested in whatever you have planned?"
He returned the wink she'd sent him minutes before. “You're interested, Sugar. You're just too strong-willed to admit it."
Yep, she was definitely interested. She felt her breasts tingle. Her body betrayed her. Sid never had a one night stand in her life. Well, not on purpose at least. Right now her body begged her to do it, to give into what she knew she couldn't do. That didn't sit well.
"So sure of yourself are you?"
"Yes."
Okay. He definitely didn't lack any self-confidence. Cocky men so weren't her thing but he had her body blazing with desire anyway.
She opened her lips to send him away, but her mouth had a mind of its own. “What's your name?” Damn it. Why did I ask that?
He cocked his brows smugly before replying, “Questions from the woman who isn't interested?"
"I was just making conversation since its obvious you don't plan on leaving my table any time soon."
He obviously decided to play along by answering her question. One look told her he knew she was lying just as much as she did. “Trenton Stone. Do I get to ask questions too?"
"Sure,” Sidney replied hoping the loud beat of her heart couldn't be heard across the table.
"Okay. Tit for tat. What's your name?"
"Sidney,” she blurted out. “Sidney Clark."
"What do you do for a living, Sidney?"
Oh God. The way her name rolled off his tongue made her come close to a swoon. Sidney didn't swoon.
"I own a shop called, Mystic Boutique with my best friend, Abby. I sell books, crystals, Tarot cards, that kind of thing, and Abby does readings.” Depending on his reply Sid would either ditch their conversation right now and head up to her room, or she'd play his game for a little bit longer, see where it might take them.
Most people gave her a look like she was crazy when she told them about Mystic Boutique. People always scoffed at what they didn't understand. As long as they didn't look down on her for it, Sid didn't care if it was their thing or not. Not everyone was into it, but she didn't like to be judged for her shop either.
"I have to admit I don't know a lot about that kind of thing, but I think it's respectable that you're out there doing something you love."
Most men laughed at the idea of Mystic Boutique. Or they wanted to pretend she didn't do what she did.
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