Page 16 of My So-Called Perfect Life

Because Scott fucked Mandy.

I’m single now.

I should be a blubbering mess while crying into my ice cream and wine. But that doesn’t sound nearly as delicious as this man and what he could do to me.

My fingers wrap around the water glass, and I bring it to my lips.

Bottom’s up.

Chapter Five

Danielle

Mr. Sexy stops in front ofme and looks down at my now-empty glass of water. “You ready?”

I slip off the barstool and grab my purse. “Are you ready?is the question.”

I have no idea where all this inner sass is coming from, but I can’t find it in me to care. I get a free pass today. I have zero doubts that tomorrow will bring about some regrets or at least some legit concerns about my mental stability, but right now, as the left side of this fine man’s lips tip up into a smirk, I couldn’t care less about any of that shit.

“Oh, sweetheart, you are so in for it.” He tips his head to the side. “Meet me at the end of the bar.”

His eyes follow my every movement as I walk to the end of the bar while he does the same.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

His eyes drop down from my face to my feet and back up. “Just making sure you are as sober as you claim you are. Plus, I was checking out your lower half since it was hidden under the bar. I just knew you’d have nice, long legs.”

Something about him ensuring he isn’t taking advantage of a drunk woman makes me feel less crazy for leaving this bar with a man I know nothing about.My mother would have a heart attack if she knew what I was doing.

“Did I pass your test?”

“You aced it.”

I smile. “Well then, lead the way, Mr. Sexy.”

His laugh is deep and robust as he throws his head back. “Mr. Sexy, huh? I like it.”

My cheeks heat with my accidental slip. “Well, it isn’t like you gave me your name or anything.”

He slides his hand into mine, entwining our fingers. “My name is Ryan, but you can call out Mr. Sexy when I make you come.”

He takes a few steps toward the back exit of the bar, but I squeeze his hand, stopping him. When he looks back over his shoulder, I raise my eyebrow in question.

“You mean,ifyou make me come.”

A fire ignites in his eyes, and it screams of all the promises yet to come. “The sun hasn’t fully set yet, Danielle. I plan on having you coming well into the darkness of night.”

I gulp. I’ll definitely need to be scraped up off the ground when this man is done with me.

* * *

We exit the back door,and Ryan leads me up a flight of stairs behind the bar.

“You live upstairs?”

“No,” he answers, digging into the pocket of his jeans. Jeans that hug his very nice ass. “The bar owns the studio above for the employees in case they want to crash here after closing. We don’t close until two, and sometimes, we’re just too beat to head home.”

“And you’re just going to use it to make me come well into the night?” I ask, pulling my eyes from the view of his ass that is eye-level, thanks to the stairs.