Her gaze diverted slightly as he rose his beer to his lips, admiring the way the muscles of his arm shifted under his flesh in the motion. Mmm...either the air conditioner was broken in this place, or he was responsible for that little spike in body temperature she seemed to feel. Being the occasional bettin' woman, she'd be willing to place money on the latter. She was a cultured woman, with exposure to all sorts--well, all sorts that existed in New York, anyway. She'd often thought that New York was a world of it's own...she so rarely left its limits, everywhere else seemed to melt away. Though she was sure she'd come across small town folk once or twice before...'hicks', as he might have thought...she couldn't recall the contact. Sitting next to him made her regret that deeply. She'd been missing out!
Her nose wrinkled some as he spoke of the winters. She despised New York's bipolar weather in the winter...one moment, they'd be dumped with snow, the next...freezing drizzle. She made sure to spend most of her time at work during the winter months just to pass the time until the seasons changed. "Ick. I hate winter. Snow isn't bad...but the cold just doesn't do it for me." Hell, she knew what would do it for her though--a fireplace, this dark haired stranger, and a good bottle of brandy would make a cold winter's night a lot more bearable. Her cheeks flushed lightly, a dusky rose hue, at the thought and she chided herself internally to please stop acting like a 15 year old on the prowl. Jesus, was it something in her drink? The poor guy was going to end up mauled if her thoughts kept up!
The movement of his shoulder drew her attention, and she rose her drink to her lips, taking a heftier sip this time around. she wondered briefly at the action, but his chuckle drew her mind away from the developing question in her mind. His words painted a sly grin across her lips. "Mmm...nothing wrong with a bit of confidence, I suppose." She set her drink down, shifting herself a bit on her stool, inadvertently a bit closer to him. "A city girl by force, nonetheless." She sighed, giving her golden gaze a roll. "My father was quite...overbearing. He could barely stomach the idea of his baby girl coming out to the 'sticks' to visit, let alone move." She chuckled lightly, a devilish gleam in his eye. "I think I may have made more trouble for him in the city than I ever could have out here." She'd been threatened with boarding school, but in the end, daddy dearest hadn't quite had the heart to do it. God rest his pompous soul.
He sent a glance around the room, though he didn't seem overly cautious. Not a red flag, anyway...she doubted he was checking for anything so much as simply reasserting his surroundings. How she was so sure of that, she didn't know...he just didn't seem like the type to have some enraged wife come swooping into the picture. Instinctively, her eyes dropped to his hand, and she was pleased to find it bare. She'd had one particular experience where a man's double-crossed wife busted in on an intimate conversation in one of the city's fanciest lounges...that had been mortifying. Ever since, she'd been quite careful.
"Big change for a kid, moving so far from home." She observed. "Even though, personally, I think Cascade looks good on you." She lifted to sip from her cocktail in an effort to hide the slightly suggestive smirk that had begun to claim her lips. "I went to school in New York, and was hired right after graduation. My dad knew a guy, who knew a guy..." She rolled her eyes, clearly disgusted with how the whole thing had worked out. "You know how it goes. I'd hoped to get out of the city...New York, at least...after school. But the opportunity was too tempting, especially for a young woman."
She drained the rest of her drink, setting it down on the bar and leaning to gain the attention of the bartender for another. As she did so, it brought her closer to him, so much that she could feel their knees brush and the warmth of his torso on her arm, though her flesh was a whisper away. God, he even smelled good. Outdoorsy, with a hint of spice...entirely pleasant. She pursed her lips and shifted back to her original position as the bartender came to collect her glass. If there had been a hum of electricity between them before, she thought now it might have begun a slow and easy burn...for her, at least. "So...a wife? Kids?" Usual small talk, but she was genuinely curious. Surely a guy who looked this good had to have one or the other.
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