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"Perhaps you should sip it," Mikearound

"If you’d had the past feeeks I’d had, you’d chug it too"

He let that go, running a hand across his beard, his eyes skating across the V-neck ofHe met my eyes "What’s your na with me? It’s okay if you are Just sayin’"

"Absolutely You’re bloody gorgeous" Hooded eyes raked overloose

Maybe ht here in front ofon the clientele, barman, we’d like a drink," Mr Beautiful snapped out in an authoritative British accent that de Mike to flip away from me and focus on him He scurried over and took his order

I scowled Wait a dang minute

I almost knew that accent--deep with soft, rounded vowels, the kind of voice that irl

At the sound of it, chills had gone up my spine, and part of , but the other side wanted to trace ers over Mr Beautiful’s lips and ask hi else

My naue outside Juliet’s

I pivoted on my barstool and found that Mr Beautiful’s eyes had zeroed in on e pull between us Weird

What was going on? Why was he staring at ainst my chest My skin prickled

Did I know hi into place Dax Blay?

My breath hitched, and I sed down the eht of him He was my one HUGE mistake; the time I’d tossed inhibitions and carefully laid plans aside and ith my instincts (lots of sex), only to have it tossed back in my face

But theat the campus-wide end of the year fraternity party with Hartford, I’d seen Dax, and he’d had shorter hair, like always, and zero tattoos Yeah No way

Plus, last I heard, he was in Raleigh where his father lived

Yet

Dax was British He could have faot a tattoo?