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after
work drinks by the looks of it,’ I nodded, as I returned my focus to walking as
sexily as possible, without falling over.
    ‘This is a veritable
goldmine of cock. Someone hand me a miners helmet and budgie right now, I’m
going in as soon as we have a drink in our hands.’
    ‘Budgie,’ I laughed.
‘We’ve moved on a bit since then.’
    ‘Well something’s
needed in here. I’m about to choke on the testosterone flooding this place.
These aren’t your run of the mill guys, Lisa. This is alpha male central and
I’m one kitty who’s looking to be stroked, petted and tamed tonight,’ she nodded,
casting another appreciative and frankly carnivorous look around the bar. I
shook my head and ordered a couple of glasses of Champagne as I gently eased
myself up onto one of the bar stools. I crossed my legs, tugging on my short
hemline to try and preserve some modesty. How were we sisters? We couldn’t be
more different if we tried.
    Mandy was right though,
the bar was a breeding ground for out of control male hormones. Businessmen
unwinding after a stressful week and what better way to unwind than hooking up
for some Friday night action? Why the place wasn’t full of women was beyond me.
Guys in here were affluent, cultured and seemingly dominant. Everything a
heroine in my saucy novels was looking for in her hero. It didn’t take long for
Mandy’s flirtatious glances to attract them and soon we were surrounded, being
purchased more Champagne by the minute. At first I felt uncomfortable and kept
reaching for the bare ring finger on my left hand, feeling weird without my
engagement ring. Mandy had insisted that I leave it upstairs. Just in case .
I felt naked without it. And guilty. The more I chatted though, the more I
started to relax and enjoy some casual conversation. I was just out having a
drink. Nothing more. It didn’t have to lead to anything if I didn’t want it to.
Did I want it to? I still wasn’t sure. I turned to pick up my glass of bubbly
and caught the eye of a blond haired man sitting at the other end of the bar.
Something inside of me jolted as we looked at each other. His emerald green
eyes were smouldering. I could have been back in school, swooning the first
time I saw Brady. Since then, no one had made my heart flutter, but there was
something about this stranger that had my breath coming a little faster and my
stomach fluttering in appreciation.
    I blushed as he winked
at me and tipped his glass towards me, raising it to his lips and taking a
swig, before placing it back down and licking his full lower lip. I gulped as a
vision of that tongue trailing across my nipple sprang to my mind. His eyes
were so intense. Like he was mentally undressing me and liking what he saw. I
cast my eye from the top of his dirty blond, sexily mussed up hair, down his
angled, masculine face to his broad shoulders and chest. He was dressed in a
dark charcoal suit, with a bright white shirt undone at the neck. He stood out
from all the other men who were wearing three piece suits, but not just for his
attire. He just radiated sexiness and I was already feeling it in my stiffened
nipples and slightly damp underwear. I blinked rapidly as our eyes met again,
disconcerted at my reaction to a total stranger.
    ‘Hot damn,’ giggled
Mandy in my ear, startling me, making me break eye contact with him. ‘He’s sexy
as hell, Lisa and he seems to have the hots for you. Badly!’
    ‘Please, he looks old
enough to be my father,’ I retorted, flashing another sneaky glance his way,
feeling my cheeks turn scarlet to see he was still looking at me. A smirk
turned up the corners of his kissable lips as he caught me looking and I
couldn’t help noticing an elegantly long finger tracing circles around the rim
of his drink. God, the thought of his finger doing that around my clit was … I
shook my head to rid myself of illicit thoughts.
    ‘Nothing wrong with a
Sugar Daddy, Sis. Especially not one with a face and body