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“Hey, you must be Tori.”
“I better be. Otherwise, I’m about to sit down and flirt with somebody else’s man.” I said, flashing a smile as I slid into the booth across from him.
“He laughed, low and sexy. “Nah, you’re exactly who I was hoping for.”
“Good answer,” I smirked. Lord, this man looked and smelled delicious. I knew I was gone need some liquor to take the edge off and warm up to him cause a bitch was nervous as hell for some reason.
As if on queue, the waiter came by our table, and I didn’t waste no time ordering.
“Two shots of tequila, please. Then I’ll look at the menu.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “You waste no time huh?”
“I always get what I want, Marcus.”
“Noted,” he said.
Once the waitress returned with our drinks we toasted, clinking our glasses and then throwing the shots back. The warm tequila hit my chest and settled quick, loosening up my mood even more.
“So,” I said, “Carmen swore up and down you were ‘chill’ and low-key handsome.’ That’s definitely an understatement, I must say.”
He smirked. “I told her not to oversell it.”
“Mmm. That’s cute, but I need to know are you allergic to compliments? Or do you just know you fine as hell?”
He chuckled, eyes lingering on my mouth. “I don’t have to know. You just told me, sweetheart.”
“See?” I leaned in, resting my elbow on the table. “You catch on fast. I like that.”
From then on, Marcus and I hit it off, talking about everything under the sun. Marcus was the CEO for Vantage Realty and Consulting, a company that sold high end properties and also helped investors flip properties amongst other things. He didn’t just look the part; he was the part. I told him about the beauty bar that I owned, how I started with one room at the back of a salon and now have a full team and a successful business. He listened, asked questions and didn’t interrupt or pretend to be impressed. It was just good ass vibes that I hadn’t experience with a man in a while. The second round of drinks hit the table, and the buzz was starting to kick in.
“So, Marcus,” I said, tracing the rim of my glass, deciding to tease him a lil bit and see where his head was at. “What do you do for fun?”
He shrugged. “I mostly hit the gym, and travel when I can. I’m a workaholic but I love my nights that consist of good music, good bourbon and good company.”
I smirked. “Mmm. Sounds like you just described me… minus the gym. I do like to work out, just not on machines.”
He stared at me for a second, then laughed. “You really don’t hold back.”
“Why would I?” I shrugged. “I don’t like wasting words… or time.”
“Noted again,” he said, then threw another shot of tequila back.
I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other slowly.
“Tell me something good, Marcus. Something that’s gonna’ make me wanna’ leave this lounge and follow you back to your place.”
He paused, eyes trailing down my neck to the dip of my dress, then back up.
“I make some good ass late night breakfast. Bacon, eggs and grits. Real bacon too, not that turkey shit.”
I tilted my head, pretending to think it over. “That’s cute, but breakfast don’t make my panties drop.”
His smirk turned cocky. “I got something else that will.”
I stood slowly, letting him get a full look at these thighs.
“I’m dying to see what that could be.”
