his neck flipped an âonâ switch deep inside him and filled his whole body with energy. Damn.
He turned toward her, his nose inches from her cheek. âWhat did you say your name was?â
He realized then that she had hardly any makeup on. Her lashes were dark but not artificial, leaving the unusual green and gold flecks in her eyes to stand out on their own. Her pupils were wide, black.
A delicate blush spread out across her cheeks. âYou can call me Pink.â
âOh, itâs like that, is it?â He took a step closer until the space between them shrank to mere inches. âYouâre playing hard to get.â
âIâm worth it.â
He didnât doubt her for a second.
2
Q UINN SIPPED HER WINE , the need for a little Dutch courage outweighing her dislike of the taste. The man in front of her was hot with a capital H âcurly black hair, a sharp jaw and blue eyes that burned right through her...not to mention a pair of soft jeans that molded to his thighs like a dreamâand she was flirting with him.
She didnât flirt. Ever.
âI bet youâre a whiz at âSuper Mario,ââ Aiden said.
âWhat makes you say that?â She shifted on the high heels Alana had lent her, wishing that she was wearing something more comfortable.
Having a gorgeous guy stand so close to her was making her body haywire enough; she didnât need to compound the effect with precariously tall heels. All that talk of sex and orgasms with Alana had her wound up tighter than a coil. Could this guy be the one to help her get back in the proverbial game?
She didnât know him from a bar of soap...which was kind of the point. One-night stands didnât end in betrayal because there were no expectations for tomorrow.
âYouâve got good gamer hands,â he said.
âReally?â She swallowed, curling her fingers into a fist to hide the chipped polish that she hadnât had time to remove.
âYeah, I can tell. Those are magic hands.â
She laughed and shook her head, hoping her face didnât convey the electric thrill heâd given her. How was it possible for her to be so attracted to him so quickly? In the past it had taken her months of chatting to someone online before she would agree to meet and, even then, it would take several dates before sheâd be comfortable enough to even fool around. Until sheâd dated her ex...
She shuddered. No man had gotten close to her since. But two years had passed; sheâd recovered. Moved on. And her libido had definitely returned.
âSo tell me, Pink. What do you do for a living?â
Quinn took a swallow of her wine, stalling. She didnât want to admit she was a lowly IT support officer, especially not when his job was so exciting. But she didnât want to lie and say she was a tech-security expert, either, because that job wasnât hers...yet.
âI, uh...â She swirled the wine in her glass. âIâm actually trying to figure out where Iâm going.â
âThatâs sufficiently vague,â Aiden said, laughing. âI get it. You donât have any reason to trust me.â
âDonât take it personally. I donât trust Leafina, either,â she quipped.
âIâm going to be bold.â He drained the remainder of his wine and handed the glass off to a passing waiter. âI like you, Pink. Youâre kind of fascinating.â
âKind of?â Heat crawled up her cheeks as she looked out at the crowd, her eyes searching for Alana. She wanted to signal to her friend that she was about to make good on her plan.
âYeah. Youâre also kind of hot.â His words smoothed over her like a caress. âOkay, thatâs a total lie. Youâre insanely hot.â
âAnd youâre kind of smooth.â Her voice came out far steadier than sheâd expected. âI bet that works on a lot of girls.â
âIs