"That drink is on me?" he told the bartender. His deep voice is an indicator of dominance. He oozes of male testosterone, and as I turned to gaze at him, I was met with an athletic body that made my mouth water in desire. He gazed at me with tender eyes as he sat on the barstool next to me. He was saying something, I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn't hear one word he was saying because I was ogling his gorgeous body.
How the hell did he get here so fast, and why the hell is he talking to me, is he planning to add me to his harem?
Not a chance in hell!
"I can pay for my own drink, chief," I responded in an angry tone as I tried so hard to hide my emotions. He smiled at my remarks but he did not attempt to leave.
"I know. But that won't stop me from buying you a drink
