Page 12 of His Kidnapped Queen
My eyes trail up instead, up to his white, button-down shirt, with a few buttons undone, as if he’s been drinking for a while already.
His green eyes are clear, though as he looks down at me, smirking slightly.
“Hello,” he says, the honeyed skin of his collarbone catching my eye before I look up at him again.
“Hello.” My voice is smaller than I’d intended. I can’t seem to look away from that piercing gaze.
“Could I buy you a drink?”
I’m holding half a margarita in one hand, and his dark chuckle as I chug it is more intoxicating than the tequila.
“Yes,” I breathe after I finish my drink, and he hails the bartender. There’s tattoos on his right arm, maybe even a sleeve, but I can’t tell through the fabric. It’s too dim in here.
God, I hope I get to see those tattoos.
I hope he cages me in with his arms and?—
My dirty thoughts are cut off when he slides me a margarita, something brown in his glass.
“Cheers,” he says smoothly and clinks his glass with mine.
I sip my drink and watch him take down half of his.
“I don’t do this much,” I admit, putting down my glass.
He smiles, and the dimples in his cheeks flash, making him look younger.
It nearly takes my breath away.
“Do what much?”
I shrug. “Drink. Dance. Hook up.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Who said anything about hooking up?”
I flush all over, cursing my mother’s Irish heritage. “Um, well, I guess I just…assumed.”
A dark chuckle comes from him, making me stare up at him.
“You’re cute,” he says with a warm smile.
“Cute?” I frown. I don’t think anyone’s ever called me cute. Not since I turned twelve, anyway. Sexy, sure. Hot? A couple times. But never cute.
“Mmhm, like a pixie.” He moves closer, pulling down one of my curls so that it springs up. His fingers trail along my jawline and it makes me shiver.
“So you’re saying you didn’t come over to hook up?”
His eyes shoot to mine, his expression flat, unreadable.
“I didn’t say that, did I?”
I swallow hard. “What’s your name?”
“Luca.”
I tilt my head. Something about it feels familiar.
“Sophia,” I respond, and he smiles again, only one-sided this time, one dimple popping out.
