Addiction

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

“Blaise?” Well this was a turn about. She tilted her head and smiled at him. Maybe he’d just had a lot on his mind.

“The one and only. What say you and me play some pool, huh?” He twirled her around to face him, throwing a note at the bartender and absentmindedly ordering another bourbon on the rocks. “I know I’ve been a shitty date so far, but I promise I’m a better pool teacher than a conversationalist.”

A genuine smile spread across her face as she took him up on his offer. For the next hour, Blaise was the perfect date – attentive, witty, and above all else, flirty as hell. So flirty, in fact that several other women in the bar turned to them with jealousy painted on their faces.

“No, no, you gotta keep your back straight,” he told her for the sixth time, grabbing her hips and pulling them backward and upward. “If you don’t keep your back straight...” He ran his hand down to her thigh as she took her shot. The cue ball skipped over the red she’d been aiming for and landed in the corner pocket. “You’ll miss your shot,” he finished.

“That wasn’t fair,” she laughed. “You tickled me. And besides. I can’t bend over like that in this skirt.” Clearly, she would give new meaning to the phrase ‘room with a view’ if she bent over the way he wanted her to. Maybe Logan was right about the skirt being too little. Throwing his head back in a laugh, all that glorious hair spilling down his back, Blaise grabbed her by the waist. “I could stand behind you and keep watch,” he told her cheekily.

“I’m sure you could,” Sophie replied, laughing despite herself. She removed his hands and excused herself to the bathroom again to freshen up. Things were looking up, she decided, giving her slightly disheveled appearance a once over in the mirror and doing what she could to fix herself. Blaise wasn’t so bad a date, after all. Even if he did make her pay for her own drinks. She was all for gender equality. Maybe she’d buy him a drink, instead. Yeah, maybe she would. She giggled, feeling the five spritzers she’d had create a little buzz in her veins.

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