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when I noticed a body standing at the end of my booth. Barstool Guy was no longer on his barstool, but rather he was sliding into the other side of my booth. Holy sex on a stick, Batman! Sophie was dead wrong. Barstool Guy wasn’t just sexy. He was downright sinful. I’d guess he was about six feet tall, and the white T-shirt that was doing wonders for his back when he was at the bar was now straining against a toned chest. On his wrist was a black leather cuff with a silver buckle. He was fairly built, but in a lean kind of way. Close up, his black hair seemed even darker. Everything about this boy’s body and style screamed to my inner vixen, but it was his face that took the cake.
    My gaze met his mischievous, dark-brown bedroom eyes, and I was pretty sure I stopped breathing. It was as if our eyes were locked and the rest of the room stood still. Why was this guy staring at me? Why was I staring back at him? Most importantly, why didn’t I want to stop?
    I mentally slapped myself and shifted my eyes, breaking the contact. What had come over me? Yes, this guy was wickedly delicious, but I had a fiancé! For that reason alone, I shouldn’t have been ogling him. Sienna, be real. A blind nun would have her panties melted by this guy .
    I was pretty sure that common courtesy dictated that a person should ask instead of sitting down uninvited. So what the heck he was doing sitting across from me in the first place was the real question of the day. Sophie knew I was engaged, so she wouldn’t have sent him over by me . . . or would she?
    “Excuse me? Can I help you?” I asked the sexy stranger, with a bit of edge in my voice.
    He put his elbows on the table and leaned in toward me. A sly grin pulled up one corner of his mouth. “Why yes, you can. I decided since your friend has stolen away my friend, we should become friends.”
    Wow . His voice sounded like gravel and honey. Snap out of it. It’s just a voice . I raised my eyebrows in skepticism but remained quiet while I contemplated a way to get rid of him. Maybe if I say nothing, he’ll just go away . Hold on, did I really want him to leave? Yes . . . No . . . Maybe?
    “Adam.” The word stopped my internal monologue.
    “Huh?” It was the only reply I could come up with at that moment.
    “Adam. It’s a name. My name to be exact.”
    I stared at him blankly. It wasn’t my smoothest moment, but I was taken off guard.
    He cocked his head slightly. “Now this is the part where you tell me your name.” He stopped leaning on his elbows and relaxed into the booth seat.
    “Not interested,” I replied with a hard stare that was meant to accentuate my point.
    “Peculiar name,” he said, unruffled.
    “Ha-ha. Very funny,” I caustically retorted. When I didn’t say anything else, he stretched his arms in the air, brought his hands behind his head, and then relaxed even further into the booth. I was floored. D oesn’t this guy take a hint?
    I looked toward Sophie for help, but she was sitting on a barstool talking to the bartender, her back to me. I was going to have to get rid of Adam on my own. Since hints weren’t working, it was time for the direct approach. “Look, I appreciate you stopping by and all, but I have a fiancé, so you’re wasting your time.” There, take that and mull it over, Mr. Sexy Man!
    He remained lounging in the booth, face unreadable. “Someone’s pretty confident about herself.” My eyes bugged out of my head. The nerve of this guy! “I clearly told you when I sat down that we should become friends. I didn’t ask for more.” His hands came out from behind his head and rested on the table as he sat up straight. His eyes narrowed as if he were assessing me and I was coming up lacking. “Do you assume every guy wants more with you, Princess?” I sputtered, unable to form a reply. “For your information, I noticed the golf ball sized diamond on your finger when I reached the table.” He chuckled lightly to himself. “Now that