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make eye contact. I think his eyes are a light hazel, but it’s hard to tell from so far away, and the dim lighting isn’t helping, but somehow they are so enticing. It’s like I am looking into a different person’s eyes; what I mean is they don’t seem to match the massively built man in front of me. Where his body is strong and defined, his eyes are much different; they look softer and tell a story of their own. I instantly wonder who he is and why he is here, at our table, with our new friends. He tilts his head slightly to the side. It looks almost like he is squinting. I turn my head to look behind us, but there’s no one there.
    Is he squinting at me?
    Before I realize I’m staring, Maci pinches the inside of my forearm. “Like what you see?” she smirks.
    I shake my head, trying to clear the mischievous thoughts that are overwhelming me. I’ve never felt like I could attack someone before, at least not sexually, but I feel a sudden urge to tackle him. I don’t know what has come over me, so I try to brush it off, knowing that this rush of desire has to be the result of the alcohol.
    “Ahem,” I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, what?”
    “Do I need to spell it out? You know what I asked.” She giggles into her empty glass.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just staring off into space,” I lie, knowing with one hundred percent certainty that if I told her what I was thinking moments before she’d never let me live it down.
    “Come on, Gracie,” she slurs. “If you’re going to be a big, bad attorney one day, you really should learn to lie better. Frankly, your poker face sucks!”
    I make a pouty face – Maci’s signature “I get what I want” look. “Can we please just drop this? It’s not like you’ll remember tomorrow.”
    “At least you learned from the best. But seriously where did my shy best friend go, and who is this girl who replaced her? Tonight you’ve proven you can hang with the best of us. I think I took your bar virginity,” she teases as our heels click on the concrete floor.
    “Okay, fine. He’s attractive, okay? You caught me. I was checking him out.” I blush at my own admission.
    “Well, if all it takes for you to let your guard down is a sexy as hell, brunette man, I should have dragged you out sooner!”
    “Whatever, come on,” I plead. It’s not that big of a deal. One night, out of my entire life, I’m acting a little of out the norm. No need to call a psych ward; I’m just having a little fun. Plus, Maci knows my gawking is innocent. She knows I haven’t been remotely close with a man in years and she knows why.
    We walk the few feet left to the round table, where there are three sets of eyes watching us. I don’t know who this guy is or why my body suddenly feels like Jello, but the moment our eyes connected, I felt a yearning all the way to my core. He blinks a few times, but each time his hazel eyes open they land directly on mine. I can feel them and their energy, silently pulling me towards him. As we near the table, I can hear him clear his throat. His lips are slightly parted and I think I can see a piece of ice in his mouth. When he opens his lips to inhale, I see a small cube. His tongue slowly slides over it as he closes his mouth. I wish I was that piece of ice right now, in his mouth, being licked by his sweet tongue. My thoughts alone are enough to make my nipples harden.
    Oh. My. God. Are my nipples hard right now?
    I quickly look in another direction trying to distract my mind from the heaven-sent man they have been glued on.

 

     
    “Hey, boys,” the brunette says as she walks over to Ramsey’s side and wraps her arm around his waist. He casually wraps his arm around her shoulder, and I know she is a sure thing. Hell, I’m not even sure he hasn’t already hit it once or twice. That’s how Spencer Ramsey is. He lures women in with his bad boy, tatted-up style, gets what he wants, then sends them packing with