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sir?”
     
    She was so polite and I found that it irritated me that he continued to ignore her attempts to get his attention. It was hardly her fault if she didn’t look like the other prima donnas in the room.
     
    Leaning over to her, I asked, “What would you like?” I let just a little bit of my accent roll over across my tongue, because I knew that women went for that sort of thing. I had intended to just be gentlemanly, but now I was rethinking it and considering other, darker things. Dirty things.
     
    Surprised, she glanced over at me. Her face flushed brightly and I saw her chest heave as though she had just taken a heavy breath. Her long eyelashes fluttered before she looked down shyly. “Um, I’m not sure. What’s good?”
     
    I laughed a little at her, good-naturedly. “Oh, don’t drink much?”
     
    She giggled a little and ran her slender fingers through her long hair self-consciously, as though she had a thing in the world to feel self-conscious about. “I, um, don’t drink a lot,” she admitted.
     
    My eyebrows rose in surprise. Could she be serious? I didn’t know there were people in the city who didn’t drink. “Well, then you need to get the best, of course.” I waved the bartender over easily and ordered her a vodka to match my own, though I added a little ice for hers. I thought she might appreciate it.
     
    “Oh, um, how much?” she asked, reaching into her dress pockets—which seemed odd to me, but then I realized that she didn’t have a purse.
     
    I placed a large hand on her wrist, stilling her movements. She flushed at the contact and I smiled sweetly at her. “No, I insist. He’ll put it on my tab.” And the bartender nodded and walked away before she could even think about arguing.
     
    “That’s…that’s really sweet of you.”
     
    Sweet? Not likely, I thought, but kept that to myself. I certainly had other motives—like getting a handful of those tits at some point tonight. Even if that was all I got.
     
    The bartender put another tumbler on the counter next to mine.
     
    “My name is Alexei,” I introduced myself, offering her a large hand.
     
    She sucked her full lower lip into her mouth, worrying it between her teeth, making me wish that I could slide my tongue over that lip and into her mouth. “Susanna,” she answered me, placing a tiny hand into mine. I swallowed it whole.
     
    “Here alone tonight?” I asked, mostly because I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t have to beat some asshole up if I wanted a taste of her. I wasn’t one to get into some feud with a man over a woman. There were plenty of fish in the sea, after all.
     
    She nodded her head, her thick hair tumbling around her bare shoulders. “I didn’t really have anyone to go with,” she admitted shyly.
     
    I laughed. “I find that hard to believe.”
     
    She blinked at me in surprise. “Why?”
     
    Smiling, I leaned closer to her to answer. “Because it amazes me that a woman as beautiful as you would ever be alone.”
     
    A blush scorched her cheeks as her eyes went wide. That blush trailed lower, though, moving down her neck and across those perfectly perky breasts, and probably dipping lower than that, too. I wanted to trail it with my hands and my mouth.
     
    “You’re so sweet.”
     
    It was the second time she’d called me that, but I didn’t correct her. Instead, I lifted my glass and she mimicked me. We clinked them together and I watched the glass go to her lips, liquid spilling across her tongue. She took only a small sip, then made a puckered face. I laughed; she definitely didn’t drink much.
     
    “No, no,” I told her, smiling not unkindly. “You need to take it all at once.” I wondered if she caught the innuendo, wondered how she could miss it with the husky lust lacing my tone, but maybe she did. “Let it slide past your tongue in one swallow. It’ll be easier.”
     
    Doing as I suggested, she tipped her head back and downed the whole thing at once.