Page 41 of Broken Prince
No, tonight is going to be a good night.
I give myself a once over in the mirror and smile. I look damn hot.
I’m in one of my new dresses: a tight, spaghetti strap, little, black dress that stops just above my knee with a neckline that shows off the girls just right.
My hair is done up in a sleek high pony, while my makeup is a little bold with a smoky eye and deep red lipstick.
I look a good five years older than I am. And that's perfect because I plan on drinking tonight.
The bar I’m going to is owned by James. I know it’s a risk, but no one knows me or my connection to him just yet. It’s the perfect time to go out and have a little fun before this whole town knows my name.
Sending a text to my mom that I’m heading out, I grab my purse and car keys before making my way down to the garage, where my little black 2012 sedan is waiting for me. It’s not much, but it’s mine.
“Hey, baby.” I run my hand over the top of it. “You're all mine now. I promise to take good care of you.”
The bar is attached to a hotel, which is not surprising. I’m glad I took myself on a little shopping spree beforehand because this place is a hell of a lot more upscale than the resort.
Everyone is dressed in expensive clothes, and this dress allows me to blend right in.
I know as soon as I sit down at the bar and take a look around that no one in here is under the age of thirty.
I’ve never been with an older man, but the idea sparks something inside me. Maybe that's what I need. An older man who knows what he’s doing and can rock my world, never to be seen again. I won’t be running into anyone around here at school.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks. Oh, he’s cute with his blond hair and bright blue eyes. He’s a lot closer to my age. Sadly, he’s not on the menu for tonight.
“I’ll have a sex on the beach.” I smile, batting my eyelashes. “Virgin, please.”
He chuckles. “Coming right up.”
I don’t dare use a fake ID here. If I get caught, that's nothing but possible trouble with the police. Or worse, Mom and James.
My plan is to have some handsome man buy me drinks all night. When the bartender brings me my drink, I pay, thank him, and head down to the far end of the bar.
About twenty minutes later, the place is packed. My eyes scan the crowd, hoping to catch someone’s attention. I’ve gotten a few flirty and curious looks, but no one has come over.
Maybe this was a bad idea. What was I thinking? I’d have better luck going to some college party. I should have asked Logan if he knew of any happening tonight. With school starting up on Monday, there has got to be some going on.
But I don’t want some drunk, sloppy fuck at a party with some boy. No, tonight I want a man, an older man who will take charge and allow me to just let everything go. I need a night out of my own mind.
I’m just about ready to give up, to flag over the bartender to pay for my second drink and leave, when someone slides onto the stool next to me.
“What are you drinking?” a deep, husky voice that sends a shiver down my spine and right to my clit asks.
My eyes flick over, and all the air leaves my lungs. Holy shit. I’m dreaming, I need to be because there is one hell of a viking god sitting next to me.
The corner of his lip twitches as my lips part in pure awe.
He’s a gorgeous man. Dear God, the arms on him. He could pick me up and toss me around the bedroom.
The idea sends a rush of pleasure to my core.
“Ahh.” Speak, Laney. Dear god, don’t fuck this up! “Sex on the beach?”
He chuckles, and I realize why. The way I phrased it could be taken in two very different ways, like I wasn’t sure of what I was drinking or that I was asking him if he wanted to have sex on a beach with me. I mean, I’d be down.
Trust me, if you saw this man, you would be too. He grins wider, running a hand through his shoulder-length black hair.
When the bartender comes over, the sexy stranger orders a sex on the beach and a Scotch. The bartender brings it back before leaving to help another customer. The man beside me slides the fruity drink to sit directly in front of me.