Stay With Me Tonight: A Drake Brothers Series (PART 1) Read Free

heat hot against my back.  I stiffened.  ' Ok creep, get off of me !' I thought as a I turned to tell this asshole to beat it, but when I made eye contact with this gorgeous man, I couldn't even remember my own name.  I just stared.  I am sure my mouth fell open and I may have actually drooled.  He was the hottest guy I had ever seen.  He was tall.  He had to be at least 6'3”.  I was 5'8” and he towered way over me.  His face had a slight stubble, his skin was kissed by the sun, and his dusty brown hair was wavy and tousled.   He wore a navy blue suit and the tie around his neck was loosened just a bit.
                  “Fosters,” he nodded to the bartender. A minute or so later, the bartender returned with his drink.
                  “Excuse me,” he said looking at me as he handed the bartender a $20 and grabbed his beer that had been poured straight from the tap.
                  He waited for his change.  Still, I stared.  At this point he probably thought I was a mute.  I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come out.  Hello brain are you there? SPEAK!   He took a long sip from the pilsner glass.  As he lowered the glass from his lips, he looked at me from the corner of his eye and he winked at me.  HE WINKED AT ME!   This guy was way too good looking for me.  Wait, was he winking at me or did I just imagine that?  He nodded curtly at me and walked back to a small table near the stage.  I craned my neck to see who he was sitting with or was he alone?  I couldn’t quite see from where I sat.
                  “HOLY SHIT KATIE!  Did you see that guy?” Rachel interrupted my thoughts.
                  “What?  Oh, ummm....” I played it off like he didn’t affect me.
                  “Are you kidding?  You didn’t see that guy?  He sure eyed you up and down!  You should go talk to him!”
                  “Yeah right, that guy is totally out of my league.  Way too good looking for me,” I rolled my eyes at her.
                  “Kate, don't do that.  Do not cut yourself short.  You're hot and you know it.  Stop trying to be so modest.”
                  “You know what?  You are right, I am hot, but I am still not talking to him.”  I laughed and winked at her.
                  “Ok whatever!  Let’s go dance!”  She grabbed my hand and tore me from the bar.
                  At this point those four glasses of wine were starting to effect me.  The band was on break and all of the music playing was coming from the jukebox.  I felt on top of the world as we danced together and belted out lyrics to some Top 40 song.
                  I was shaking my hips and gyrating my arms in a smooth motion above my head when I felt it.  I could feel him staring before I even saw him.  The hair on my arms and neck stood on end.  I glanced around casually trying to not make it seem like I was looking for anything in particular.  It was at that moment that I saw him .  It was the hot guy in the suit from earlier at the bar.  His piercing dark eyes shot right into me.  He was sitting back in his chair, his legs were spread just a bit.  A finger on his right hand circled the rim of his glass slowly over and over again .  His other arm lay draped across the back of his chair.  The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up half way revealing toned muscular forearms  The look on his face was ravenous like he was eyeing his prey.  I flushed and looked away quickly.
                  I continued to shimmy my butt to the song as it was coming to an end.  A few moments later I looked again.  He was still staring.  I swallowed and then looked around again slowly.  Surely he could not be looking at me.  Once more I looked back to where he sat, but he was gone.  I stopped dancing.  Where did he go ?  I stood on my toes to peer