Companionship

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Striker grinned at me as he took the bottle from my hand and took a swig himself. He then set the bottle down and leveled a gaze at me, "Typically I go to a bar, drink, and find a companion for the night."

Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that we had just had a brush with death, but I only raised an eyebrow. His honesty and crassness didn't phase me one bit. Instead, I leaned against the counter and replied, "Well, we have the drink at least."

Striker chuckled, taking another swig from the bottle, "We can have the companionship too if you want."

I take the bottle from him, "I think you've had enough."

Coming closer, he grins wolfishly at me, "It's entirely your call."

I look him up and down. Yes, he had a certain swaggering charm about him. And yes, he was handsome. I tilted my head, considering his offer. 

After everything that had happened tonight, maybe some companionship wasn't such a bad idea. Offering Striker a coy smile, I took a step closer to him, closing the gap between us as I said, "I have a habit of reading romance novels. My expectations are quite high."

Striker's grin turned seductive as he replied in a tone that sent a shiver of pleasure through me, "Oh, I intend on meeting every expectation."

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