Page 15 of With This Kiss
She was back, and she had been back for the last five days, staying for at least an hour each time, even though she looked fucking uncomfortable the entire time.
I hadn’t shown my face to her. I stayed in the back office, watching her through the CCTV. I wanted to see what she would do, besides sitting by herself at the bar and looking around, nursing her glass of Long Island iced tea.
She finished her drink.
And now, it was the fifth time she was back at the club.
I pushed away from the chair and walked out of there, heading straight to the bar. The two barstools next to her were empty, and I chose the one farthest away. Still close enough toher that I could smell the sweet floral scent of her perfume, but far enough not to crowd her space.
I watched her face in the reflection glass behind the bar.
She was staring down at the countertop and still hadn’t noticed me yet. I had spent so much of my time this past week looking at the footage of her on-screen, as well as all the pictures Baran had been able to scour up for me, I would have been able to recognize her even in a disguise.
She wasn’t wearing a disguise now. She was wearing almost no makeup. At first glance, she was unremarkable. Plain. But there was just something about her features that drew you in. She got more and moreremarkablethe more I looked at her. Dark-brown eyes that seemed almost too big for her small face, a pert nose, and full lips covered in red lipstick. The red lipstick was the only bold thing about her look.
Her long dark hair was down, flowing nicely to the small of her back, which invoked all sorts of images of me wrapping it around my fist while I pounded into her from behind, to her slender waist that I would have no problem spanning with one hand. She was sitting down, but I knew from memory alone that once she stood, her perky ass encased in those skintight jeans would surely draw the attention of all the men around.
Fuck, but her body was like a fucking dream.
A wet dream.
My eyes moved down to her shapely legs, crossed at the ankles.
When I looked back up at her face, her eyes were no longer downcast but were aimed straight at me.
She seemed almost surprised to see me sitting so close to her.
I held a grin.
If this girl wanted to come here and fuck with me, the first thing she needed to do was work on her facial expressions. Didn’t Caine teach his baby sister anything?
I looked away from her and flagged down the bartender, whose eyes widened when he noticed me sitting there.
He rushed over, leaving the customer he had been talking to mid-sentence.
“What can I get you, Mr. Mahankov?”
“Scotch. Neat.”
He nodded and hurried away, ignoring all the orders that had come in before. My glass was placed in front of me in no time.
I didn’t look over at her again.
If I was right, then she was here for me.
She needed to make the first move. We sat there in silence for five long minutes, with me enjoying my drink and her trying to be inconspicuous as she glanced over at me every once in a while. I was almost convinced that I might have had this wrong when I felt a soft, hesitant tap on my shoulder. I waited a beat before I turned my attention to her.
We made eye contact.
Jesus, but this girl was all eyes, wasn’t she?
They were big and brown, standing out against her pale skin. It made her appear younger than twenty-seven. Made her look younger than me, when I knew that wasn’t the case.
I raised my eyebrows in question, and a pretty little blush graced her cheeks. I was wholly fascinated by the color.
Who still blushes at that age?
“Hi,” she said, not shyly, but not bravely either. Almost as if she was forcing herself to have this interaction with me when she wanted to do anything but.
