Page 20 of Game of Love
“Call me if you need anything else,” the bartender said with another wink, tipping his head so his blonde dreadlocks bobbled. He was new here. I’d only seen him twice before.
“Thank you.” I smiled and he left to serve another customer.
This was a cool club that Anya and I always came to.
Pa had arranged for us to have the VIP lounge when we came but tonight I’d just mingled with everyone else. It was better since I would have hated for him to call here and find out I’d signed in and then he’d send someone like Armand to come and find me. Shit like that always riled me up the wrong way.
I shuffled on my chair and got the distinct impression of eyes on me. It was weird because I was in a club brimming with people.
The sensation however was very strong. It made me turn to look in the direction I’d felt the intensity.
I was right. Boy, was I ever right.
On the second floor balcony, my gaze landed on a tall blond man so good looking the sight of him stole my breath away and lulled me to stare. We were about twenty feet away from each other but our eyes locked and even from here with the flashing club lights I could see that his eyes were the brightest blue. Like I was looking at droplets of the Mediterranean sea, against the backdrop of the club.
Our eyes locked and he definitely had my attention. Both body and mind.
The man had a face that was all angles and definition. The kind that would give a ton of male models a serious run for their money. The kind that made me want to stare at forever.
Dressed in a black biker jacket, white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of black slacks that hung low on his hips he looked every bit a masterpiece. His clothes only accentuated his hard body. As I continue to stare my body heated up from head to toe with the hot wave that cascaded over me.
While he looked cool and collected, holding an air of confidence that made him seem more alluring with his Hollywood heartthrob gorgeousness.
Alluring and interesting.Wow.
Those were two things I’d always found extremely sexy on a man.
The power to charm with the way they looked and an interesting personality.
This guy looked like he had both.
Mr. Gorgeous…
Yes… that was the perfect name for him.
Mr. Gorgeous continued to stare at me and it didn’t look like he had any intention of looking away. He looked at me like he knew me and I considered if he might.
Had Pa sent him?
He didn’t look like any of the other guys who worked for Pa.
My phone buzzed in my hand. Glancing down at the screen I saw it was Pa and I switched it off, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
When I looked back to where Mr. Gorgeous had been standing and saw he wasn’t there anymore, disappointment settled in the pit of my stomach.
I scanned the balcony looking for him, but, nope, he’d gone. Maybe he had a girlfriend.
Or, a wife…
Oh well… at least he was pretty to look at. Guys that good looking should definitely come with some kind of warning label.
Frowning, I took my drink and hopped off the barstool deciding to make my way down to the dance floor. Sipping on the punch through the twisty straw, I savored the sweet strawberry flavor that tickled the back of my throat, and stopped by the balcony to watch the crowd below dancing under the strobe lights.
Everyone so carefree and happy, dressed in their finest. Just dancing away and losing themselves in the music. As so they should. The DJ’s here were always off the hook amazing.
I wished I could get lost too and at least look like everyone else here who didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Instead, here I was feeling haggard with the weight of it.
I finished off my drink and placed the glass on the side with some other empties.
