Chapter 14
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“You… You okay?”
The sweetest voice I’ve ever heard asks me.
Unlike earlier, when she seemed shy, now she has a small worry line in the middle of her forehead.
She looks around like she might spot what is bothering me. I force a small smile, a skill I’d mastered over time. “Yeah, girl.”
As soon as she catches the sound of my voice, a swift flush of crimson spreads across her cheeks, but she immediately shifts her gaze to her hands.
And then something unusual caught my attention. Typically, women who have black hair tend to change their hair color to blonde rather than the other way around. I am curious about why she would dye her beautiful natural color hair, given the small light blonde roots peeking through. The dark color she chose does not flatter her very pale skin, leading me to believe that it could not be an intentional choice.
*What are you hiding*? I ponder it while I discreetly hover my eyes over her face as she delicately tucks her black hair behind her ear.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her abruptly.
She darts towards me, and I notice a hint of fear in her impossibly meadow green eyes before she quickly composes herself.
Honestly, I’ve never seen such a fascinating eye color.
“I’m drinking my margarita,” she says, holding up her drink that she has barely taken a couple of sips of since Shawn slid the glass towards her.
I was half expecting her to say ‘Duh’ at the end by the way she said it.
My eyes shift from her margarita to her as I raise an eyebrow, and as if to prove her point, she playfullly takes a sip from her drink, which I presume is likely no longer cold.
“Happy?” she asks with a slight wince.
I manage to suppress the smirk that is on the verge of forming on my lips. She has this delicate look about her, reminiscent of a precious porcelain doll, and even with the presence of loud music and people talking loudly, dancing, and drinking behind us, it does not affect me. Everything around us seems just insignificant to me.
“Was that really your best pickup line? That was absolutely the worst flirting I’ve ever heard,” she says simultaneously as she shakes her head slowly in evident disapproval, and a frown starts to appear on her face.
The nerve of this girl! “I wasn't flirting!” I reply quickly.
She turns her body towards me, and in a petulant tone, she scolds me, “Then you shouldn’t ask anyone like that! It’s rude! Don’t say it as if you happen to be the owner of this place!”
Oh, sweet ignorance!
From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Shawn’s eyes widening as he expertly mixes a drink for a patron. It is clear that he is waiting for me to react to the petulant tone she uses, expecting me to snap at her.
However, I choose to leave her ignorant.
As she looks at me, she brings the glass of her margarita to her lips, but she doesn’t drink it. She just holds the rim of the glass to her lips at the same time her gaze steals shy glances at my body, starting from my shoulder and trailing down to my arm, and then, seeming oblivious to her actions, she slightly lowers the glass away from her lips. Just for a brief moment, I can unmistakably sense the lust emanating from her gaze, particularly evident in the subtle exhale she releases when her green eyes linger upon my hand, which is still grasping my now empty glass. Then, she bites down on her plump lower lip.
I have become accustomed to being ogled in that manner by every woman who walks past me, but this is the first time where I don’t brush it off.
Getting this close to her was a mistake. I can smell her fragrance and contrary to my whiskey, her scent is making me feel drunk.
“You look like you had some pretty naughty thoughts running through your mind as you were eyeing me,” I tease.
This time, not only did her cheeks turn crimson, but her entire face, extending all the way down to her tempting cleavage. However, much to my surprise and apparently to her surprise as well, the sweet woman responds, “And what if I kind of was?”
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