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different about the way he was looking at her tonight.  She didn’t believe he had ever taken so much notice of her at any time prior. It intrigued her. 
    He intrigued her.  He always had.  Every Friday night at half past nine, he would come into the bar and sit in that same lounge chair.  He would order the same drink, scotch on the rocks, with a lift of a single finger.  Alex had been the one to actually tell her what his order was on that very first Friday, he had never actually ordered the drink from her with words.  She would serve him his beverage then he would sit back and observe.  Quietly he would people watch.  Every week from the same spot.  Occasionally lifting his finger to order another drink.
    Then someone would catch his eye.  An attractive blond with impeccable clothes, a leggy brunette in a tailored suit, he didn’t seem to have a particular type.  The women would smile and flutter th eir eyes at him, he would give them the once over and eventually he would motion them towards him.  And they always went.  Mackenzie had never seen a woman ignore his gaze or deny his motion, the crook of his finger or a slight nod of his head, even on a couple of occasions a snap of his fingers, that would be all that it took before they would move to him and take a seat at his table.
    They would never stay long after that.  He didn’t buy her a drink, he would barely speak to her, before he would lean over to touch her in some small way.  A hand on her thigh, a finger under her chin, maybe he would tuck her hair behind her ear, he would speak to her in a low and sexy voice.  Mackenzie was never close enough to hear what was said, what was exchanged between the two, but whatever it was, it worked.  Moments later they would stand, he would throw cash on the table and guide the woman out the front door by the small of her back.  Every time.
    Mackenzie couldn’t deny that she had watched him.  She tried to do it discreetly but week after week, month after month, it had gotten harder to do.  She knew that he knew she was watching his exchanges with these women.  She couldn’t help but openly watch once he beckoned them over.  It was too hard to look away any more.
    She also couldn’t deny that she wished it was her.  Nearly every week she had felt that pang of jealousy.  Not just at the fact the women he left with were going with him , but also at the fact she wasn’t good enough.  She wasn’t even close to being in the same league as those women were.  Classic beauties, with expensive clothes, perfect bodies, women that possessed a composure that Mackenzie didn’t.  She was both jealous of the women they were and the man they were obviously going to share a bed with when they left.
    Glancing around the room she wondered who he would go with tonight.  She smirked when she realised his pickings were slim.  His choices were limited to one of two women.  They were seated together, talking quietly to one another.  Either one would do him, he didn’t seem to have a preference, as long as they were beautiful and these two both were.  She watched as the blonde one looked over at him, her brunette friend’s eyes soon followed.  Mackenzie too looked in the man’s direction.  She swallowed when she saw that he wasn’t paying the women any attention.  No, his eyes were solely trained on her.
    She watched as he took another drag of his cigarette, his dark, almost black, eyes fixated on her.  A chill went through her body when one side of his mouth curled into a sinister smile.  He lifted his glass of scotch with his other hand and saluted her with it.  Oh yes, this mysterious man was dangerous, and for some reason I was his next target.   She didn’t know why, but she knew it were true.
    She nervously looked away from him and she thought maybe she heard him chuckle.  Chuckle?  The guy doesn’t chuckle.  I couldn’t have heard him from here anyway.  I must have imagined it.   Just the