Page 3 of His Flash Mate
“So if a little birdie told an interested man about your love of fashion in exchange for a designer purse the little birdie’s been obsessing over for the last three months, it wouldn’t be a break in trust, right?”
It didn’t take a degree to figure out who the designer-obsessed little birdie was.I considered Miranda as I took a sip of my own drink.
“Who’s the interested male?”I asked finally.
“A guy I know who saw you and thinks he might have a chance.”
I snorted.“Zero chance, but go on.What does telling him about my fashion obsession have to do with you getting a purse?”
“Like I said, he’s interested.But I already told him you were talking about a gender change.”
I grinned at her, appreciating the deflection on my behalf.
“And it didn’t seem to faze him for long,” she continued.“He’s still interested and has been asking me for advice on how to win you over.He was easy to ignore until he said I could name my price.Of course, I didn’t give him anything—chicks before dicks—but if you give me the nod, I think I can get us matching handbags.”
My laughter rang out.
“Go for it.Nothing you tell him will help him win me over.The second he hears your price, he’ll go running.Not many people can afford your level of taste.”
She silently toasted me.“It doesn’t hurt to try.”
“I almost pity him.”
“Careful, that’s how they get you.”
“I said ‘almost.’I’m too smart to fall for pathetic.”
“What about sinfully sexy?”Miranda smirked and nodded toward the bar.
I followed her gaze.The man sat with his bar stool angled so he was facing the door, giving me his profile.The defined edge of his hard jawline and the slight bump on the bridge of his nose lent him quiet strength, while his lips hinted at sin beneath the shadow of a smile.
He was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved into flesh.From his golden, styled hair to the fitted suit hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he tempted me.
“That one is definitely a hard pass,” I said, tearing my gaze from him.
“Really?Why?”
“He’s like an Angel’s Trumpet.”
“I like our conversations, Sophia.They always keep me guessing.”
I laughed at her large sip and shook my head.“You need to read more.Angel’s Trumpet is a plant.It’s pretty to look at, but deadly.He’s the same.”
“Interesting.And you can tell that with just a glance?”
“Yep.”
She made a pouty face.“I think your uncle wants you to help again, and that group of guys that just walked in is looking at me.If I end up slapping some sense into a human who won’t take no for an answer tonight, you'd better have bail money.”
“I’m broke,” I said, standing.“No slapping.Smile and tell them you’ll be back tomorrow night.I like your company.”
She snorted and waved me away so she could flirt like I knew she would.Miranda might talk like she wasn’t interested, but she absolutely wanted to find a mate of her own.
My uncle beckoned me to join him where the number of customers around the bar had increased.I helped him fill orders and settle bills.The “rush” was only slightly more than what one bartender could handle, so neither of us got overwhelmed.I chatted with a few patrons and made some decent tips, with Uncle Jay passing his to me since I was clocked out.
Eventually, Mr.Sexy With A Side Of Danger signaled that he was ready for another drink.Admittedly, I’d been avoiding going over to check on him.A girl only had so much willpower, looking at his pretty face.And boy was it pretty up close.His lips beckoned just as much as his hazel eyes that leaned toward a captivating amber.
Definitely an Angel’s Trumpet.
