Page 16 of Anatoly
The lower level has some tall tables and chairs scattered around the room, and the dance floor is in the center. You stand around the room or at the bar. I like this area much better.
Anatoly walks to the sectional at the corner, which is more private. He and I fall onto the sectional, and my chicas sit on the other side of the circular sectional.
The Barista shows up out of nowhere and smiles at Anatoly.
Huh, I don’t like that.
“Mr. Kravtsov, I’ll bring some fresh tacos and more glasses,” Barista says.
“Excellent,” Anatoly says, nodding.
“Hell yes, this food looks awesome,” Heather says, taking a chip and dunking it into the salsa.
It takes a couple of minutes and the barista returns with the taco trays. The smell is incredible, and my stomach growls.
“Oh my, sorry,” I utter.
I can feel the heat spread through my face.
“No worries,” Anatoly says, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles, smiling.
“Oh gosh, this is awesome,” Marissa hums, grabbing the fresh tacos that the Barista placed on the table.
“Yes, this is great,” I say, grabbing a taco.
I take a bite, close my eyes, and moan. This tastes so good.
“Gigi, you like it,” Anatoly mutters in a low raspy voice.
I open my eyes and gaze into his heated eyes, nodding.
“Very good,” I say, licking my lip and watching his eyes dilate.
“Excellent,” He hums, grabbing a taco.
“This is great! Thanks,” Heather yells.
She grabs the shot glasses, pours some tequila, and hands one to each of us.
“Have a shot with us,” I say, handing him a shot glass.
“Da,” He says, smiling.
“Let’s toast,” Heather yells. “To fun, love, and sexy men!”
We raise the shot glass, laugh, repeat the toast, and drink the shot. I grab the lemon and suck on it.
“Another shot,” Marissa shouts, pouring more tequila.
“Oh yeah,” I yell.
I grab the shot glasses and hand one to him, smiling.
“Here,” I say, gazing into his eyes.
“Can I get a slice of lime?”
“Yes,” I whisper, smiling.
