Page 5 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

“Now, I am ready for a drink. What did you say our bottle service boy’s name is again?”

“Alex, and here he is right now.”

My pulse went haywire at the first glance of the guy who stepped up next to Luke.

I couldn’t have kept from smirking if my life depended on it.

Alex Morgan. Who the fuck would have thought stick-up-his-ass Alex Morgan would look like that in a pair of ass-hugging shorts?

Jesus, the man had a body that would feel so good sliding all over mine.

Tight abs, toned arms, and an absolutely perfect fucking bubble butt, all covered in glitter that made him practically glow.

My cock thickened. Thank God for the table to hide the evidence.

“I’ll leave you gentlemen in his capable hands,” Luke added before turning away.

He whispered something to Alex, then strode back down the walkway.

This time, I wasn’t even tempted to glance at his ass.

My attention was fixed on the man who’d hated me from the first moment he laid eyes on me—Alex Morgan.

The uber-smart scholarship kid who’d been my lab partner for a six-week summer program after our junior year of high school.

He was focused, driven, grumpy as hell, and a royal pain in my ass.

He looked down on every one of us like the fact that we came from money was a transmissible disease.

The only time Alex looked at me with anything other than hatred and derision was when we played our little game. We’d spent that entire summer trying to one-up each other, pulling pranks, and setting out to humiliate the other. I’d never forget the fire in his eyes the first time I’d called him FL.

This night kept getting better.

The moment Alex noticed me, his entire body stiffened, and a familiar burning hatred flared in his gaze.

I was helpless to do anything but smirk.

I sure couldn’t stand and shake his hand to let the others know we were acquainted.

Not unless I wanted Alex to see how my body reacted to his practically naked one.

I’d never give the grouch that kind of ammo.

He could be vicious when he wanted to be.

His shock disappeared after only a few seconds. He placed a hand on his hip and cocked it to the right. “Hey, boys,” he crooned, his voice thick with flirty interest that had my jaw hitting the floor.

Holy shit, who knew the man could sound like pure sex?

“As Luke said,” he crooned, “I’m Alex, and I will be at your beck and call tonight. So, are we celebrating anything special tonight?”

I had to hand it to him. Had I not known his deep-seated loathing of me, I’d never have guessed. He radiated seductive, flirty, and eager-to-please vibes, all things I knew him not to be. He was as ornery as they came and always willing to fight dirty.

And yet, I’d never been able to help myself around him. “We’re celebrating all kinds of things tonight, Alex.”

“Damn straight we are!” Turk said with a whoop. “And we’re starting with some Reposado!”

“You got it,” Alex said with a smile for Turk.

“How do you want that? Shots? Margaritas? Saturday is our Golden Day, so we have a signature cocktail called Liquid Gold with Patrón, Cointreau, lime, honey, and bitters. It’s topped off with some gold flakes.

” His eyes flared as though teasing us with knowledge only he had. “Because, you know, why not?”

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. Poor Alex. Part of him must die inside each time a customer blew money on gold flakes for their drink.

“That sounds perfect,” I said, grinning. “The Liquid Gold thing. For all of us.”

His eyes narrowed.

“In fact, I think that might be my drink of choice all night.” I couldn’t help myself. Riling Alex up had always been too damn fun. And seeing the annoyance flash across his face didn’t disappoint. Excitement bubbled up in me, the first I’d felt in a long time.

“You won’t regret it,” he said with the fakest damn smile.

“Shots too,” Turk chimed in. “I wanna start with a round of shots.”

“Perfect. There’s bottled water on the table, and I’ll be bringing a charcuterie board out for you to nibble on. Any allergies I need to be aware of?”

Turk rubbed his stomach as he glanced around the table. We all shook our heads. “Nope. I eat everything,” he said with a wink for Alex. “Everything.”

Alex’s face turned red, and he chuckled. “Careful, John Turko. I happen to know you caused a bit of a media shitstorm last month because of your… eating habits.”

Well, shit, it looked like Alex was a hockey fan.

Turk’s jaw hit the table. He’d been caught by a paparazzi blowing a guy behind his apartment building last month, which had landed him in hot water with his team’s PR department.

“Be right back with your drinks.” Alex winked.

I burst out laughing as Alex turned and sashayed away, and I got my first glimpse of his backside.

The laughter died in my throat, nearly turning into a groan.

Christ, those shorts were sinful. Two plump round ass cheeks I’d kill to squeeze, bite, or sink my dick between shifted side to side as he strode away from us.

In theory, of course. I’d never actually go after Alex. The man was pricklier than a hedgehog and didn’t do it for me at all.

Well, his ass did it for me, but my eyes and dick didn’t care who a stellar ass belonged to. The rest of me found his personality among the most off-putting a person could have.

“Did our server just throw some serious shade my way?” Turk asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think so, man.” Spencer chuckled as he shook his head. “He’s feisty.”

“You have no idea,” I whispered, still staring at the man in question.

“What’s that, man?”

I blinked at Turk. “What? Oh, no, just wondering when our drinks were gonna get here.”

“Dude, give the guy a minute. He walked away like three seconds ago.” Turk laughed and then got drawn into a conversation with the other guys, allowing me to continue creeping on Alex.

He said something to a much smaller guy dressed in the same ridiculous uniform, and one of the bartenders. They both laughed, then the bartender said something back that had Alex throwing his head back and laughing so hard I could almost hear him over the music.

Had I ever seen him laugh like that? Hell, had I ever seen him laugh at all?

No. Definitely not. I’d never thought it possible for him to loosen up enough to laugh. The only time he lost the starch in his spine was when he pulled a prank on me, and even those didn’t make him bust a gut like that. No, that laugh meant happiness. It was only for those he liked and trusted.

Well, fuck him. He’d judged and found me lacking from day one, so fuck him.

And yet I still watched the way his biceps flexed as he opened the expensive bottle and poured out a round of shots.

“Yo, yo, Ry, tell Spencer about how you accidentally became an OnlyFans star.” Turk smacked my chest with the back of his hand.

I blinked and tore my gaze from Alex to face Turk. “What’s that?”

“Your OnlyFans story.”

I groaned. Of fucking course, he had to pick that story for me to entertain the table.

No one knew the real story behind that epic prank, only the tale I’d told, where I’d spun it so a rival frat took the blame.

“Oh, shit. Haven’t thought about that in a while.

Uh, I had a little too much fun at a party the night after finals week. ”

“Easy to do,” Spencer said, with his green eyes shining. They complemented his mop of red hair perfectly.

“Right? Anyway, I passed out in my bed in nothing but my briefs and woke up to thousands of DMs from an OnlyFans account I did not have.”

“Oh shit.” Manny laughed. “I remember this. God, it was so damn good.”

Fucking Alex. The little shit. I could never prove he’d done it, but he had.

I knew it in my damn bones. “I rolled over to get out of bed and got a cold, nasty surprise.” I cringed at the soggy, frigid memory.

“Turns out someone had broken into the room, gave me a whipped cream bikini, then posted it to OF on my behalf.”

The guys bust out laughing. “Oh, shit, who—”

Turk smacked my chest again. “Here come our drinks.”

Our heads swiveled to find Alex pushing a golden cart our way. The drinks we’d ordered were lined up in neat rows along with the shots. He also had a tray of food to soak up some of the alcohol we planned to ingest. A gold vase held a bouquet of sparklers that sizzled and popped.

“Hell yeah!” Turk yelled. “Bring it on.”

“Who’s ready to party?” Alex shouted as he parked the cart near our table.

“Fuck yeah!” Spencer jumped up, pumping his fist in the air.

“Here we go, boys.” Alex held out a metallic tray with our shots.

“You better be doing one with us,” Turk said as he cast a leering glance Alex’s way.

“I had a feeling you’d say that, so I took the liberty of adding one for myself.” Once everyone had a shot glass in hand, Alex stared directly at me.

His gaze burned my skin and made me shiver at the same time.

He lifted his shot glass. “Let the games begin.”