HUNTER & PREY DUET #1
Alessia Amato has everything any girl could ever wish for. Money, fame, and beauty. So why is it that she's always missing something? Every time she thinks she's found the seed a romance might grow out of, something snatches it...
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His voice is deep and his laugh is sultry. When he smiles, dimples show up on both sides of his mouth. How on earth is he single? Why hasn't no one snatched him up yet?
Those blue eyes rarely stop looking at me and I can barely stand the tension. Goodness me, he is sex on legs.
But not only is he attractive, from what I've encountered by now, he is also a great listener and he doesn't judge me or what I say. He isn't self-centred or rude like most of the people in my life. After we've eaten, Liam pays and we leave the restaurant.
"Thank you." I say.
"No, I thank you for letting me treat you." He replies and takes my hand again. "I don't want you to leave yet."
Shit. Thinking, I don't even have where to leave to. My apartment keys are at the venue with the rest of my things. Even if I came back home and asked the reception for spare keys, my parents would probably be there waiting for me, ready to kill me. I can't call any of my friends because I haven't got my phone. Maybe I could ask Liam to let me call somebody but my parents know all of my closest friends and it would take little time for them to find me. I can't even stay at a hotel because I have no money with me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Is everything okay, Alessia?" My eyes shoot back to his.
"Well, what do you have in mind?" I ask, fake smiling.
"Maybe some drinks?"
It's getting late and I really have nothing better to do than to spend my time with a handsome man. If I get drunk, which I probably will, I might just sleep on some bench. Maybe at the dog park. Yeah, that's a good idea.
"Sure."
He pulls my hand and we head to the bar across the street. I could get used to my hand in his and him leading me to wherever he wants to.
We enter a small bar and head to take a seat at the barstools. Similar to the restaurant, the bar has dimmed lights. The music is louder and faster but still at a volume that it's comfortable to have a conversation. Despite the time, some people are already dancing.
"What would you like?" Liam asks me, placing our entwined hands in his lap.
"A Margarita, please." Liam turns to the bartender and orders our drinks, an Old Fashioned for him.
He's sitting so close, I'm practically enveloped in his scent. A rich, manly but sweet smell. I could get drunk on it.
We have a couple more drinks. The place is getting more crowded and the music louder. We talk about our school times and I tell him I don't believe that he was a shy nerd. He, on the other hand, doesn't have a hard time believing I was popular and on the cheerleading team. Cliché.
