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This time, I caught what had their attention, and everyone else’s in the room.
I felt my jaw unhinge and my lips part.
I looked like every other red-blooded male in this room now, but hell if I could stop the reaction to what I saw.
But not just any woman.
The most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on, and God knew how many I’d laid eyes—and hands—on. Her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back. She wore a tight pencil skirt that showed every mouthwatering curve that a woman could have. Long, tanned, toned legs led to five-inch black heels, the kind that men envisioned women leaving on during sex.
Once I had forced my eyes off her legs, I took in the silk blouse she wore, the way it hugged her full breasts just so, and I almost groaned. In the low light of the bar, I caught a hint of lace underneath her shirt. She turned her head, as if she felt our gaze, and my breath caught. She had the face of an angel, with large doe-like eyes, high cheekbones, and full, red lips. She made Stacie, our waitress, look like a little girl. She shifted her gaze back to the bartender, who was practically tripping over himself to serve her. It looked like she was alone, but if it was up to every single straight man in this place, she wouldn’t be for long.
I was up and off my barstool and headed her way before I could even second-guess why.
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“Hannah Barnes, are you jealous?” A part of me, the tiniest segment of my brain, hopes she is. That isn’t something I’m ready to unload or try to begin to understand, though. She’s Mia’s best friend, but it’s hard to ignore the smile she seems to always sport when I’m around.
“Not even the slightest.” She gazes around the room. “I just feel sorry for girls who feel the need to be so obvious.”
“Unlike you, right?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You think you go unnoticed, only coming up for attention when you want it. In reality, you just walking into a room makes some of these guys pant like– what was it? — dogs in heat?” I laugh, leaning back in my chair to get comfortable.
Everything I’ve just said is true. Hannah doesn’t date. At least not openly. She’s definitely not a virgin. When we were sophomores, a senior made sure of that, too happy to announce he hooked up with Coach’s daughter. One thing though about Hannah is that she doesn’t realize how much power she has in her tiny little body. Even the strongest willed person would crack under one of her knowing glances.
“What’s your point?” She shrugs, unmoved by my words.
“It was meant as a compliment, if you didn’t catch that.”
“No, I caught it, Nick. You think I’m pretty.” Her smirk grows slow, like a sunrise. “What I don’t understand is why you’re saying it.”
I laugh uncomfortably under her watch. “That makes two of us.”