Page 5 of The Sting of Love
Shit, I can’t even get drunk properly. I should have just gotten a few cocktails instead of going in for the kill with the hard liquor.
I try to signal the bartender who served me, but he’s too busy, and the other two guys are making drinks. I’ll have to get up and try to catch their attention.
I stand with the intention of doing just that, but when I step back, I find myself bumping into a hard wall. A hard wall with arms that steady me as I stumble.
Turning my head, I look up and find myself gazing into the most striking pair of hazel eyes I’ve ever seen in my life, and Mr. Gorgeous from the balcony looks even more perfect up close than he did when he was far away.
His dark brown hair is longish on top and unruly in a sexy way so when he tilts his head to the side a lock falls over his eye making him look more alluring. His olive skin is perfectly tanned and has a sun kissed glow to it that commands attention.
And those eyes are just…wow.
It seems fitting that his eyes would be as striking as his face. I did wonder what color they were when I first saw him. And the smile that lifts the corners of his sensual mouth is even sexier, doing things to my insides that I shouldn’t want in my frustrated state of mind.
Like many other Italian men I’ve seen in my stay here, he has that beauty in his features and that sexy edge Aunt Lurlene spoke of in her justification for her one way ticket to Sicily.
“Non te ne vai, bella signora,” Mr. Gorgeous says snapping me out of my daze, and I swear to God I drool when I hear his accent.
I stare and have to swallow hard as my mouth waters, then I remember my manners, also that I don’t speak Italian, so I don’t know what the hell he just said to me.
“I’m… sorry. I don’t speak Italian.” I don’t even know how to say that like the average person would to get around the island. The plan was for me to stay close to the house, and if I was going to venture out, I’d at least take a phrasebook or have my phone on the language app.
I left the house without my phone on purpose. I didn’t want to talk about shit anymore with anyone.
My gorgeous stranger smiles wide and looks me over. “I said, I hope you’re not leaving, pretty lady,” he says, and his voice in English is just as sexy even though there’s not even a hint of an accent in his words.
He sounds just as American as I do, and it didn’t escape me that he just called me pretty lady, although I feel completely out of place in a classy club like this in my little summer dress.
“No… I was just getting a drink,” I answer, and he releases me. Heat leaves my body with the loss of his touch, but it comes rushing back as he turns his smile up a notch.
“Oh, good. You should get a drink with me, then,” he cajoles.
I raise a brow. “Should?”
“Yeah, because you’re doing it all wrong.”
I bite down hard on my back teeth. I’m not angry, I’m just annoyed that he’s right, although he has no idea how right he is. Nothing is truer than his words. I’m doing it all wrong. That includes everything.
“What am I doing wrong?” I ask, trying to appear nonchalant.
“This,” he answers and swirls his fingers around in a slow motion.
I find myself smiling. “Okay, so how would I do that the right way, then?”
“Not here.”
“Not here?”
“No.”
He gives my body a bold sweep and a hint of fire lights up his eyes. Men are always looking at me, but this guy is by far the sexiest man to show me attention in a very long time. Just for a few brief seconds, he actually makes me forget my problems and I find myself getting so lost in his stare I wish I could stay in the lure of attraction that’s drawing me to him.
“You can’t do it right here,” he adds, cutting into my thoughts. “You’d have to come with me to my private lounge, where I’d make your drink. It wouldn’t be vodka. You’re not a vodka girl.”
Christ… I should go back to the house. It’s really late, and if I go for a drink with this guy, what else am I going to get myself into?
He’s so gorgeous though, who would say no to him?
“It’s just a drink. I promise I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” The slight chuckle he gives me has me smiling again.
