drinks are getting low, so I turn to go get another round but stop when
two of the four drool-worthy guys approach our table with two drinks in
hand, an old fashioned and a mojito.
couldn’t help noticing that your drinks were nearly gone, and we
couldn’t allow a travesty like that, so we decided in the interest of
all that we needed to step in,” the tall, delicious guy holding the
drinks says with a sexy smirk—one that clearly communicates his belief
that he’s gods’ gift to all womankind. He’s not wrong. With olive skin, a
neatly trimmed beard on his chiseled jaw, and dark hair that begs to be
messed up, his face is swoon worthy. His dark jeans and white
button-down shirt hug his tall, muscled frame, and his rolled up sleeves
show off sexy, tattooed forearms. The overall picture is absolutely
“Now that would be a travesty wouldn’t it?” I smirk back.