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me with a single finger. What was with this guy?
    “I have something else in mind for you, my beautiful, perfect myth.”
    I didn’t hate that he was flirting with m e, and I already gave up trying to understand what the hell he was blathering about, but I sensed if I wanted to keep my job, it was best to not respond.
    “A proposition of sorts.” He grinned before turning on his drink again.
    I watched his smooth lips close around the edge of the glass and a strange tingle ran down the length of my spine. I wondered what it would feel like to feel his lips against my skin.
    My thoughts surprised me and I shifted them back to his last comment. “Anything’s better than nothing. Tell me what it is, and I’ll do it.”
    He made a soft noise resembling a growl. “I love the sound of that, especially from those lips.”
    I swallowed hard.
    “Stay behind once everyone’s gone. We’ll talk about this privately. Understood?”
    I no dded, even though I knew leaving Kyle in the car any longer than needed was a bad idea. Still, I couldn’t lose my job, and if that meant staying an extra five or ten minutes, I was doing it.
    “Okay,” I agreed.
    I stood to go back to work, and he stopped me with a hand on my arm. My flesh prickled and that same, strange sensation from earlier worked its way up my arm.
    “No, s it until everyone’s gone,” he said before casually strolling away. His confidence filled the room like water.
    I ended up sitting at the bar , while the other waitresses stared holes into the back of my head. I couldn’t imagine what it looked like. The new girl, sitting on her butt, flirting with the owner in a remote corner of the bar. Great. Just perfect.
    Once I convinced Trish I was staying behind to ask some questions, and the last worker left, Sebastian made his way across the club in my direction. His walk was slow and deliberate, making me feel like prey.
    I swallowed hard , trying my best to keep my eyes off his tall frame and orgasmic eyes. Yes… orgasmic fit him nicely. I knew the meaning of the word, but I’d never actually experienced it. Either way, he was the equivalent of the definition.
    “You stayed,” h e commented after he sidled up to me. “Good girl.”
    He was too close again; Sebastian obviously didn’t care about personal space. It made me uncomfortable and tingly at the same time.
    “It’s not like I had a choice,” I oozed sarcasm.
    I could hardly believe the way my words sounded. I was never rude to people and I’d never had such a tone in my voice before. Instead of getting angry, he just smirked down at me, like he enjoyed being snapped at.
    “A little bit of fire in heaven, I see. I like that. However, everyone has a choice. You could have left, but you didn’t.”
    His words were true, so I didn’t respond.
    He took the seat beside me and held out a glass. “Would you like a drink?”
    “No, thank you. I’m not much of a drinker.” I responded.
    “G ood to know.”
    Even the way his words rolled off of his tongue was sexual. He could be talking about politics or something equally as boring and still get your panties wet.
    “Y ou mentioned a proposition earlier?” I asked.
    I hadn’t even thought about the fact he might be asking me to stay behind so he could rape and kill me. Desperation erases your mind of all fear, apparently. Then again, was it considered rape, if the other party is willing and ready?
    Shaking my train of thought , I tried to focus. Willing and ready? Did I really just think that?
    “Yes.” He turned toward me and the side of his mouth lifted , drawing my attention to his perfectly sculpted lips and the hint of a dimple that begged him to smile bigger. I wanted to finger it. I also wanted to run my fingers though his thick hair. “I’d like to buy you.”
    And just like that, my new found sexual fantasies went up in smoke. Surely I’d heard him wrong. I really needed to get out of my head and pay attention. I’d been around men