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His gaze attached to the woain, a predatory thruth of the bar to where temptation called She’d found a seat and sat priether He wanted to have thes around his waist, all that pri into wild abandon

He stopped directly in front of her and dropped a napkin on the bar “What can I get ya there, ma’am?”

She blinked up at hi did nothing to conceal froasp “You’re…the bartender?”

“I take it I don’t meet your expectations?”

“I…” she blushed “It’s not you It’s…” She tilted her head slightly, seeather her wits and lay it on the line “To tell you the truth, I’ve walked by this place several times this past month, and it always seemed fairly quiet One of those sparsely populated places where you hang out at the bar, get drunk, and bore the friendly, uninti bartender with your troubles But this place isn’t sparsely populated, and you're… well…you’re…”

He arched a brow “I’m?”

“Not short, bald, and uninti like I pictured, that’s for sure,” she said quickly

“Short and bald,” he repeated, his lips twitched hat threatened to be a s a whole hell of a lot in the past century, but so absolutely char seduced, not char both

“Yes,” she said and waved off the words “But that’s okay I think you’ll get shorter once I get started drinking”

He rested his hands on the bar, leaning in closer, subtly inhaling her scent “I thought it was the opposite? Men get taller and better looking once a wo”