Jeremy POV
“Two shots, please,” I told the bartender, who was talking to her.
He walked in to bring the drink. I could feel her eyes on me as she assessed me, and for a moment I wished I had worn something better, maybe combed my hair and sprayed more perfume. It would have been better.
I ran my hand through my hair; I can't imagine I am getting shy over her. When was the last time someone made me shy?
He returned with the drink and turned to Meredith with a flirty smile. “The clubs would be closing in an hour. Would you mind coming with me?” He asked, his voice dripping with s****l desire.
She took a glass of wine and eyed him, licked her lips, and drew closer so that he could have a full view of her cleavage. He licked his lips as he stared at her breast. Then she looked him in the
