Page 9 of Don't Leave Me

“Holy crap, Han. What did you say?”

“I said okay. He didn’t give me much of a choice,” I shrugged.

Billie looked confused. “Really?He’s not your boyfriend, Han. Don’t let him boss you around like that,” she said with furrowed brows.

I bit my lip. If she only knew how hard it was to resist his demands.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, then took a sip of my drink, turning away.

Billie let it go and continued a conversation with John. I looked up at Jack and he was eyeing me as he sipped on a Heineken.

“Hana, is it?” he leaned forward, revealing a glorious British accent.What is it with me and accents?

I nodded and smiled. “It is. And you’re Jack,” I raised an eyebrow.

I was feeling flirtatious already with only half a drink in me. He smiled and scooted his chair towards me, closing in the space between us.

“How do you know Billie?” he asked curiously.

The closer he got to me, the more attractive I found him. He had light eyes, although I couldn’t tell what color because of the dim bar lighting, and dark blonde hair with waves at the top. His dimples were the most adorable thing in the world.

“We met in college. We’ve been roommates since freshman year,” I revealed, nodding.

He nodded back.

“How doyouknow Billie?” I asked, continuing the conversation.

“Oh, I’m John’s mate. Known him for about five years. I’ve only just met Billie, but she seems great,” he said, his eyes kind and genuine.

“She is great,” I smiled. “You don’t sound like you’re from around here,” I teased.

“No? The accent gives me away?” he teased playfully.

“A little bit,” I giggled.

Ah, I’m successfully flirting.

“I’m from England. I spent about 10 years in Wales too…but mostly England,” he explained.

I nodded, interested. “So what are you doing here?”

He leaned towards me a little. “I followed my little sister here. She got into the acting program at NYU, and I didn’t want her to be all alone. And here I am, six years later,” he answered with a small shrug on one shoulder.

Oh man. Cute and sweet.

“Are you originally from here?” His attention was fully on me.

“Yes. Well…about an hour east from here. Greenwich, Connecticut,” I explained.

He seemed intrigued. “Do you work in the arts as well?”

I shrugged. “Sort of. I’m a writer. I write for the New York Daily,” I answered. “I paint as well, although just as a hobby.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “I paint as well. As a hobby and as a living,” he smiled triumphantly.

Oh no. Attractive, sweet, funny, and an artist…just my type. I couldn’t help that my mind wandered back to Michael momentarily.

“Impressive,” I nodded with a smile.

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