Page 9 of The Rules Of Attraction
I noted how soft his lips felt on my knuckles and couldn’t stop myself from wondering how he’d feel on my lips.
“Just one.” He mouthed as the music started up again, and held up one finger.
This was the part where I could walk away, and go back to my hovel of an apartment where I knew I would sink into depression over Tom and Becca again.
Or I could have one more drink with this guy?
“Okay,” I gave in. “Just one.”
The smile he gave me now reached his eyes.
Instead of going to the bar I was originally at he led me up to the VIP section, which was actually a room on its own with glass walls. The volume was controlled in here too.
The room hovered over the dance floor literally creating the feel of floating in a glass ball, but while we could see outside no one could see us in here. This was the kind of room designed with style, with the definite VIP’s in mind.
A bartender came inside to take our orders when we sat down in the booth.
“Water.” Mr. Perfect ordered to my surprise, then slid a little closer to me. “And orange juice for the lady,” he looked at me. “Unless if you want something stronger.”
“Orange juice is good. Thank you.” Orange juice was better than having anything else alcoholic.
The bartender went away with the order leaving us together.
“What’s your name angel?” Mr. Perfect asked.
Angel,I liked that. For a moment I wondered if this was how the woman in the pink dress felt when that man was talking to her.
“It’s Summer,” I replied. “And you?”
“Alex.” I liked the sound of his voice. It was deep and masculine, strong and sexy, but also playful.
The bartender returned with our drinks handing me mine first.
“Are you here by yourself Summer?”
I wondered how to answer that question. Was telling him I was here alone a bad thing?
Bad things happening to women in clubs were always on the news. I didn’t get the impression of this man being harmful in that way, but what would I know? I’d just met him.
I was attracted to him, and knew that much but as for anything else I didn’t know.
He laughed on seeing my contemplation. “I swear to God I don’t bite. Just wanted to know if I should expect a boyfriend or a husband storming over here to kick my ass for being with his woman.”
I smirked. When I was with Tom that would never happen. Tom was too laid back and never said anything when guys hit on me. Even when I got the creepy kind who were overtly undressing me with their eyes, he still did nothing.
“No, there isn’t anyone here like that. I just came here to check the place out.”
“By yourself?” He raised a dark brow. I noticed his lashes and eyebrows were a shade darker than his hair. It was a very striking contrast.
“Yes,” I replied tentatively.
“What would bring a woman like you out to a nightclub, all by herself?” Those eyes of his brightened with a glint of wonder.
The thing that brought me inside here was Tom and Becca. I didn’t want to talk about them to anyone and sound more pathetic.
Earlier my brain felt like it was going to implode on itself and I needed to…
“Escape.” The words went straight from my mind to my lips.
