Come Hard (Club Silken #1) - Jerrie Alexander Page 0,1
“My wallet?”
“I’ll get it for you.” He sets the glove and bucket down, walks behind the bar, retrieves my wallet from under the counter, and then closes the distance between us. His stride is confident, like a man who knows exactly where he’s going and what he wants. My heart flutters at the way his T-shirt hugs his body, outlining his thick chest and tapered waist. Mr. Sexy is built like Mr. Clean but he doesn’t smell like any cleaning solution I’ve ever used. His scent is earthy and fresh and so damned enticing.
“And you are?” I ask.
“Zackary Pierce. Zack to you.” He hangs onto my billfold but holds out his other hand, and for some reason I take it. His skin is warm and his fingers intertwine with mine. His thumb brushes across my wrist sending heat rippling up my arm.
“Zack,” I say slowly. “I appreciate that someone found my wallet. Losing it would’ve been a pain in my ass.” This guy is drop-dead gorgeous, and my brain tells me to leave, but my feet seem to be rooted to the floor.
“The cleanup crew found it under one of the tables.” Zack leads me to the bar, pulls out a stool, and pats the seat. “There’s stale coffee, but I recommend a drink.”
I shake my head, wondering if anybody ever tells him no. “It’s really late.”
He smiles, stunning me with gorgeous, white teeth and a dimple on his right cheek. “One Baileys Irish Cream to finish off the night.”
My resistance vaporizes. “You found my weakness.” I slide onto the seat, aware of the smooth hardwood under me. “One Baileys.”
His dark gaze locks with mine as he walks behind the bar and pours two Baileys. He hands one to me and lifts his glass toward me. “To new friends.”
“Absolutely.” I touch my glass to his. “I don’t usually go out on Thursday night, but I admit this has been an interesting evening.”
Zack joins me, pulls out a stool, and sits facing me. His thick, dark hair is slightly mussed and just long enough to brush the top of his collar. Who is this guy and why are my hormones zinging around my system?
“You don’t go out on a work night?”
“Not normally, but it’s Independence Day weekend. I have a three day weekend.”
“Here’s to long weekends.” He lifts his drink to his mouth and takes a sip. His tongue slips out and slides across his lips. “My God, you’re a beautiful creature.”
“I am not,” I scoff and roll my eyes. “I’m not wearing makeup and I’m in my pj’s.”
“Are you now?” Zack reaches out with his index finger and slides my sweater off my shoulder. My nipples immediately harden. I jerk it back in place, covering myself. “Damn, you’re crazy.”
He moans then looks up at me with dark, lust-filled eyes. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but never crazy.”
“What do they call you?”
“Dominant, possessive, blunt, and some even call me Sir.”
“I need to go home.” I start to slide off the stool, but his hand on my knee stops me.
“Don’t.” He clears his throat. “I like looking at you. You’re fucking stunning.”
Completely at a loss for words, I swallow. My breasts are heavy, full, in need of caressing. “Right.”
“Would you believe your footwear won me over?” He chuckles as if he’s trying to lighten the mood.
Immediately, I find my voice. “Hey, these slippers were the last gift I received from my Nana.”
Zack’s face softens. “She was important to you. Tell me about her.”
“I don’t know you well enough to share the story. Look, I’m not into one-night stands. I’ve had a couple and they never turn out well.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me about the shoes.” His grin spreads, flashing his dimple. “Let’s get to know each other first.”
This whole scene is insane, and I can’t hold back any longer. I throw my head back and laugh. “I have to go before I decide we’re both crazy.”
Zack tilts his head and studies my face. My strength weakens when he leans closer and his scent wraps around me. The man oozes sex. The heat from his body pulls me toward him. I reached for my billfold, but he catches my hand, turns it palm up, and starts stroking my skin with his thumb again.
I pull my hand free and lift my glass to my lips. In a very unladylike move, I gulp down the rest of my Baileys. A slight smile lifts his lush lips as he watches me