Page 22 of Not Your Average Vixen
This man.
She gathered her resolve. If this was going to be her first one-night stand, she needed to play it cool. Tonight, she wouldn’t be the protective older sister. She wouldn’t be the girl who’d lost her job and her boyfriend all in the span of an hour. She wouldn’t be a lonely twenty-eight-year-old woman with zero prospects.
Nope, not tonight.
Tonight, she was mysterious. Tonight, she could be anyone.
Goodbye, Bridget Dasher. Hello, Bridget Vixen.
She drew the tip of her tongue across the top of her lip. “I don’t think you really want to know where I hang out.”
His eyes raked boldly over her body as the electricity between them crackled.
Holy faking-it vixen! It worked. She was no expert on men, but her handsome stranger appeared to find her alluring.
“How about we make our way to the table,” he said and gestured for her to walk ahead of him.
A tingle ran down her spine as he pressed his hand against the small of her back.
They left the bar, and he guided her into the dining area. He nodded to a hostess, and the woman showed them to their table, but not before giving her hotel hottie the once-over.
Bridget couldn’t help herself from smiling as she rode this new wave of sexual confidence. She caught the woman’s eye and shook her head.
Sorry, honey, this tall glass of sexy is all mine.
The woman instantly broke their connection and stared at the floor, andwowie zowie!Look who was the new alpha lady in town!
The hostess slinked away as her handsome dinner companion helped her into a U-shaped booth. While the restaurant was busy, their table, tucked away in a dim corner, felt miles away from the other diners.
A waiter set a glass of wine on the table along with a whiskey. “A Chardonnay for the lady and a whiskey neat for the gentleman.”
She turned to find her hotel hottie watching her.
She cocked her head to the side. “You’ve already ordered?”
His powerful thigh brushed against her knee as he settled in beside her. “I did.”
She took a sip of wine. And lo and behold, it was her favorite Chardonnay.
“How did you know what I was drinking?” she asked.
There was an air of arrogance about him that sent a dizzying current racing through her body.
“I asked the bartender.”
Butterflies fluttered in her belly. “Why?” she pressed.
That sexy smirk was back, taunting her. “Because I knew you were going to have dinner with me.”
She gazed at him through her lashes.
Don’t blow it by saying something ridiculous, Bridget Vixen!
She lowered her voice. “What if I turned you down?”
Somehow, that sexy smirk of his got sexier. “Then I guess I would have rescued you from that jerk at the bar, then had my dinner alone. But I couldn’t leave the bar until you did.”
“Why not?” she asked, all eyelashes and silky-smooth tone.
