Fire In Her Eyes (23 page)

I shrug. “I don’t know. When you smile I feel all girly and weird . . .,” I pause as he flashes another smile and once again I liquefy. “See!” I shriek over the music. “That!” I point out.

He chuckles again while holding his hands out innocently. “I’m not doing anything!” he pleads. “I’m just being myself.”

“Yourself?”

“Myself,” he says coolly, smirking. “Would you like another drink?”

“Sure,” I nod. He stands from the silver sofa quickly.

“I’ll be back. It will literally take me like two seconds. Please, just don’t leave.” His face grows serious and his eyes harden just a bit. He thinks I’m going to bail on him? Maybe he really is into me. But I don’t need him to be into me right now. I don’t need him to feel anything towards me. I just want a one-night-stand. I don’t want any feelings involved. I prepare my lips to speak on it but he’s already making his way towards the bar, his hips swinging in a manly, seductive way. Sighing, I slouch back against the leather sofa.

What have I gotten myself into?