by Kim Loraine
Ireland tends to a few more orders over the next hour and instead of texting the guys, I observe her. She moves with the fluid grace of a classically trained dancer, poised, confident. I wonder what brought her here. There are two other waitresses milling around, and one who keeps coming and going from the VIP lounge, but for the most part, this place is exactly what I need. Quiet.
Ireland stands at the end of the long bar, chatting with another waitress. She laughs, loud and full-bodied, tossing her head back. The action changes everything about her, lighting up her face and making her look more carefree. I can't help but smile too. I want to bottle up that laugh and save it. Then her gaze locks on mine and she strolls toward me.
"Something wrong with your drink, Harry?" she asks.
"Not a thing. I'm not a big drinker. Just killing time."
"Meeting someone?" She leans her elbows on the bar, challenging me.
"I think I already met her."
Her eyes spark with interest. "Oh yeah?"
"Definitely."
"What if she's not interested?"
I grin. "She might pretend she's not, but that's just an act. Princess Leia pretended she hated Han Solo but really she wanted him so bad it hurt."
"I'm not a princess."
"Thank God for that."
She lifts my drink to her lips and takes a long swallow. Her red lipstick leaves a mark on the glass and somehow, it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. "What room are you in?" she whispers, leaning close enough for me to smell the vanilla of her skin.
"1127."
Then she backs away and takes my drink with her, a grin on her face. "Good. I'll add this to your bill."
My cock is aching in my pants. I don't want to leave this bar without at least getting her number, but Hannah pops her head in through the front door and catches sight of me. Shit. If she says my name, the jig will be up before I'm ready. I stride across the floor and catch her as she comes inside.
"Mr. Harrison, your room is all ready." She hands me an envelope with the keycard inside. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
I glance back at Ireland and smirk. "No. I've got everything I need right here."
His Whiskey Sour
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Contemporary Romance
Until the Stars Fade
The Royal Virgins
The Virgin’s Playboy Prince
The Virgin’s Royal Guard
The Virgin’s Forbidden Lord
The Virgins
The Virgin’s Fake Fiancé
Rescuing His Virgin
His Hollywood Virgin
The Cocktail Girls
His Whiskey Sour (A Stand Alone Rock Star Romance)
The Halloween Honeys
His Wicked Witch
The Golden Beach Series
Restoration
Renovation
Foundation
Resonance
Redemption
Resolution
Devotion
Remnants
Paranormal Romance
Such Violent Delights: A Holiday Paranormal Anthology
Their Vampire Princess (A Reverse Harem Romance)
The Siren Coven
Eternal Desire
Cursed Heart
The Excalibur Duet
Wicked Temptation
Immortal Flame
The Fallen Angel Trilogy
Waking the Watcher
Denying the Watcher
Releasing the Watcher
Kim Loraine writes steamy romances in both the contemporary and paranormal genres. When not writing, she’s busy herding cats (raising kids), trying to keep her house sort of clean, and dreaming up steamy ways for fictional couples to meet.
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