hesitated for a beat. “Cosmopolitan.”
He ordered for me, his accent somewhere between Prince William and Hugh Grant.
The guy turned his attention back to me. “I’m Hugh.”
“Maggie.”
I took his outstretched hand, fitting my palm into his.
“You’re American. Nice.” His smile widened. “Welcome to London.” He released my hand, his fingers stroking the inside of my wrist. “Are you enjoying it?”
I grinned. “I am now.”
His smile stretched even further and my heartbeat sped up.
OMG, I was flirting and it was actually working.
“How long have you been here?”
“Just a few days.”
He flashed me a grin. “So you’re fresh off the boat,” he teased.
“You could say that.” There was a rhythm to this—the flirting. I was finally catching my stride.
“What brings you to London? Work?” He leaned against the bar, propping his arm against the frosted glass, his body dominating the space around him. Colors lit up beneath the bar top, alternately flashing pink and red.
This could not possibly be my life.
“I’m doing a master’s.” The lie flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. For some reason I didn’t want to tell this guy I was only nineteen.
The bartender handed me the Cosmo. I took a sip, the tart drink exploding in my mouth. Yum. I could definitely get used to this.
“So what do you do?” I asked, leaning my elbows against the bar top, letting my body do some of the talking. I may have been inexperienced, but I wasn’t dumb.
“I own a bar in Chelsea. Cobalt.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it to me, our fingers grazing as he slipped the card into my hand. His fingers lingered on mine for a beat. He had really nice hands—his nails were trimmed neatly; his fingers long and tapered. He grinned again, two rows of perfect white teeth flashing back at me. Whoever said the British had terrible teeth definitely hadn’t met this guy. “You should come by sometime, bring some of your friends. I’d love to take care of you.”
I blushed, the flirtation behind his words unmistakable. “Thanks.” The grin slipped out before I realized it. “I think I’d like to be taken care of.”
His eyes widened slightly.
The alcohol was definitely running my mouth tonight.
He leaned in closer. His lips grazed my cheek, hovering near my ear. A shiver ran down my spine. He smelled good. Really, really good. Like citrus and pine and something smoky I couldn’t quite identify. He leaned back, that same smile still on his face. “I have to head out, I was just settling up my tab.” The bartender walked over, handing Hugh a platinum credit card. “It was nice to meet you, Maggie from America.”
I grinned, unable to keep the silly expression off of my face. “It was nice to meet you, too.”
“Come and see me sometime.”
When he was just a dot in the sea of dancers, I stared down at the card in my hand. Hugh Mitchell. Cobalt. Owner.
I turned back to the bartender, draining the last of my drink. “Can I have another?”
Chapter 5
I was drunk. Really, really drunk. I’d never been drunk before, but I still recognized it when I saw it.
And I was a hot mess.
“Are you sure you’re all right? You’re swaying.”
I struggled to focus on Mya. Her dress sparkled back at me. “I’m great.” At least that’s what I meant to say. The words came out a bit jumbled as I tripped over my tongue.
“I can’t find a waitress. Sit down and I’ll get you water from the bar.”
I sank down on one of the small leather stools, grateful for the break on my feet, tugging on the hem of my dress in a desperate attempt to pull it down.
Not so much.
We’d been here for a couple hours now and the group had scattered, leaving me alone in a sea of drunken dancers and couples practically having sex in public. This place was a couple steps away from an orgy.
“Nice dress.”
Speak of the devil…
Samir appeared seemingly out of thin air, sinking down next to me at the table. I groaned. He was hard enough to handle when I was sober. I looked straight ahead, ignoring him. At least I tried to. He shifted and our legs brushed against each other. For a moment neither one of us spoke. Suddenly the room started to sway again.
“Shit.”
Samir studied me for a moment. “Too much to drink?”
I uncrossed my legs, struggling to stand. It was just the two of us at the table. Last place I wanted to be. He reached out a hand to steady me. I batted it away. “Leave me alone.”
His smile widened. “You’re a little fiery when you drink.”
I glared at him. “Go away.”
“It’s my table,” he countered smoothly.
“Fine. Then I’ll go away.” I turned –and he snagged my wrist.
“Come dance with me.”
“I don’t feel like dancing.”
“You’re already swaying, you’re halfway there,” he teased.
“Not funny.”
“You smiled a bit,” he countered.
God, he had a beautiful mouth.
“I did not.”
“Yeah, you did. See, right there, that’s a smile.” His finger reached out, brushing against my lips as if to prove his point. He pressed down gently, tracing the shape of my bottom lip. His eyes darkened.
I wanted to lick his finger, to draw it into my mouth, to suck on it. I jerked back. Warmth flooded me. All over.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“It’s not a smile.”
“If you say so.” He winked.
My thoughts were a muddled, jumbled mess, confusion warring with desire. How could he hit on his girlfriend’s roommate? Was he an idiot? Although if I were Fleur, I would have been all over Samir in a club like this.
Literally as well as figuratively.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a giant pain in the ass?” I blurted out.
“All the time. Come on.” Samir held out his hand.
I swayed forward, teetering on the tiny heels. “Crap.” I grabbed Samir’s hand, more for balance than anything else.
“Dance with me.”
I lifted my chin a notch, meeting his gaze. I felt as though we were playing chess and he was five steps ahead of me. I could blame the alcohol but he was definitely a little drunk too. I still couldn’t keep up with him.
“Dance with me,” he repeated. His dark eyes sparked with amusement—and something else, something infinitely more dangerous. For a moment everything seemed to stand still. We stared at each other, our hands still joined. His palm moved over mine, his fingers curving, linking with mine.
My heart pounded furiously in my chest. I didn’t trust my voice; I merely nodded, letting him have