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I reach for my phone again, but just as my fingers snake around it, someone knocks the back of my seat and I tip left. My hand releases the phone, and it tumbles to the ground.
“Damn it,” I grumble and shove the stool back so I can slide off.
“Oof,” I hear from behind me.
I look over my shoulder and realize that I’ve just barreled the wooden backrest of my seat into some guy’s chest. He’s bent over a bit, massaging his ribs.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, trying to wedge myself out from the space between the stool and bar. “I dropped my phone and I was just trying to grab it...and I should have looked...and I’m sorry.”
“That what you’re looking for?” He points down at the ground where my purple phone is resting against the plum colored carpet.
“Yeah, great,” I nod and immediately duck down to snatch it. Unfortunately, the guy does the same and instead of grabbing the phone, I end up knocking his forehead with my own. We both spring up.
“Oh crap,” I wince while rubbing my own head. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think...and...” I trail off. “Crap,” I add, defeated. Could I be any more lame or ridiculous?
He shakes his head. “No problem.”
Oh geez, I stare at him, only now seeing just how astoundingly gorgeous he is. He looks like he might be a couple years older than I am. His hair is brown, so dark it’s almost black, and carefully mussed, probably with the aid of some sort of product. His eyes are like dark chocolate with little flecks of orange and they’re surrounded by thick, black-as-night eyelashes – the kind most girls would commit murder for. Even though I’m in heels, he towers at least three or four inches over me.
Leave it to me to injure, not once, but twice, the hottest guy in the room, if not city.
Not interested in perpetuating my already unlucky streak with him, I turn around and attempt to climb back onto my stool, but realize too late that it’s a good foot too far from the bar. I’m just about to slide off again when I hear from behind me, “hey, let me help.” Then suddenly my stool, with me atop it, is being pushed forward until my stomach is just grazing the edge of the bar.
“Is anyone sitting here?” Gorgeous Guy indicates the empty seat beside me.
Afraid of either stuttering or squeaking, I opt to shake my head instead of saying no.
I drop my purse and phone on the bar and find some spot above the bartender’s head to focus on. But Gorgeous Guy is like a terrible car wreck, you just can’t help but look, and before long my head is slowly turning and my eyes are carefully flicking up and down, taking in all of him. The Rolex watch (he must be rich), his manicured fingernails (metro much?), and the darker hue of his skin, like pale caramel candy (yummm). God help me. I wish I was like my sisters, able to arm myself with charm and wittiness at a second’s notice – but there’s no switch inside of me that automatically flips to flirt when I come into range of a good looking guy. Although at this point I’d just be happy with a switch that flips to coherent.
As if he senses my stare, he looks over and catches my eye. I automatically look away, staring down at my fingernails, and once more curse Alyssa. Where the hell is she?
“You’re blushing,” he says.
Oh crap. My heart thumps against my chest. I blink at him and words stutter against my lips. “Huh? What?” I can feel my cheeks, which were already a little aflame, ignite to inferno. I reach up and touch my face, then quickly pull my hand away. “It’s not, I mean, it’s just warm in here and my skin is so pale...and I’m not like....well you know?”
He creases his brow and stares at me like I’m a crazy person, rightly so. “You’re phone,” he points to spot on the bar where I dropped it, “it’s buzzing...vibrating?”
Buzzing, blushing...why do they have to sound so similar? It’s just so loud in here and oh shit, the buzzing stopped. I reach for the