Page 3 of Giovanni the Savage

It had better be the latter.

"Hey, hunk," she purrs.

I almost gag at her word choice.

Really? Hunk?

Couldn't she have said “handsome” or something not as cheesy?

"Hey, Ariel," he replies.

Oh, Lord, take me. I wouldn't be mad if the ground opened up and swallowed me whole, saving me from this exchange.

She giggles like a schoolgirl, and I don't miss the way his eyes glance at her boobs.

Ugh.

"I knew I came to the right club." Her hooded eyes run down his frame.

He leans on the counter and maintains eye contact with her.

A good day to be a fly on the wall.

I pretend to be busy with my phone, playing the thousandth level of Candy Crush. Anything is better than watching these two flirt.

"Why do you say so?" He licks his lips with a smack, and I inwardly cringe.

"Cause I got to meet a tall glass of wine," she says with a wink.

"Then it mustn't be a coincidence that I’m covering for my friend tonight."

"Talk about fate."

Oh, Lord. Just ask for the damn drink.

"How about a tall glass of wine for Ariel?" He winks.

Fucking finally.

"Candy Crush never helped anyone, Luna."

She snatches my phone and drops it in her purse.

"Hey!"

"Can you at least act interested?"

"In what exactly?"

Just as she's about to speak, “the hunk bartender” slides back with two wine glasses between his fingers.

"Two glasses of wine for Ariel and her friend," he declares. "On the house."

He slides the glasses towards us with a wink.

"Thanks." I smile.

The wine is ruby red, and a single sip of the smooth liquid bursts the flavors in my mouth.

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