The moment he entered the bar, my eyes never left him. I have served criminals, liars, broken men, but none have made me want to lean closer. He didn't intimidate me. If anything, he made me curious.
I didn't belong to anyone but the way he watched me made it feel like a challenge.
He came to me with that mischievous look and sat right in front of me. In that husky voice, he ordered one whiskey. It was not a request but a command it irked me.
I looked him straight in the eye and, with a smirk, asked, "Would you like it neat, like you are, or up the rocks, like that junior of yours?" I said, pointing towards his tailored pants.
He smirked. "What would you prefer, Miss…?"
"It's Sofia," I said, a little embarrassed. Why was I even flirting with a customer in the first place? I thought to myself and nodded. "up the rocks it is, then."
He chuckled. "So you prefer the junior, I see."
I turned around, my face visibly red. "Coming right up," I said without looking back.
He was patient. I made his drink and served him, and for the whole shift, he didn't say much except occasionally asking for another drink. But one thing that didn't change was his eyes , all over my body for the entire shift which practically made my panties soaked. I swear it felt like he knew that, and that made me frustrated it felt like I was a teenager.
My shift was about to end when he asked me when I was getting off.
"In five minutes," I said.
He nodded in acknowledgment, and I went to get changed.
Outside, he was standing there, holding a cigar in his mouth, dressed in a black tailored suit. "What a sight," I mumbled.
He turned, and I covered my mouth.
He smirked. "Glad to hear that," he said while crushing the cigar under his foot.
I blushed. "I wasn't talking about you."
"But there's no one here except me," he said, moving dangerously close to me.
I placed my hand on his chest to create some distance but what the hell, his chest was firm, really firm. He smelled like smoke, and I couldn't help but feel the urge to lean closer.
He started laughing. "I guess you love my body."
Why does this man keep getting on my nerves?
I backed away, but he held my neck from behind ... not aggressively, but with authority.
And what he said next made me freeze.