Do you want to get down?

Irene’s POV

I grabbed my fifth glass of bourbon from across the bar, the bar guy already turning away as I gulped it in a mad rush.

The look of horror on the poor guy’s face as he watched me belch like a wild animal didn’t prepare him for what I said next.

“Do you want to get down?” I slurred, a lazy smile spreading across my lips.

A blush crept up his cheeks before his expression went blank.

God, he must think I’m crazy.

Or did he think I was gross?

“If I wasn’t this sober, I’d have thought you were asking me, sugar.” A deep masculine voice rang out from behind me like the sound of polished jazz.

I stiffened and pushed my glass aside before turning to meet a pair of mesmerizing topaz eyes that were fixated on me like a hawk.

Lord, was it because I was drunk, or did this man jump out of GTQ magazine?

My eyes locked on his for too long that it was when he reached for his own glass, brushing my wrist, that I snapped out of it.

“Um… don’t mind me. I’m just—“

“Drunk?” He cut in, running his thick fingers through his hair to push it back a bit as he downed his drink.

His Adam apple bobbed, and I swallowed.

To think I was sulking over my lanky boyfriend of 3 years, few minutes ago, after catching him shagging my best friend in my own fucking bathroom.

Compared to this delicious-looking stranger, Neil didn’t hold a candle to his looks, hair, body, or height—he must be really tall, though he hasn’t stood—and I guess good in bed too.

Not that I’m saying. He just looks the part.

“Looking at something you like a little too much? I’m not cheap.” He said, and I jerked my head away, my cheeks burning.

Fidgeting, I played with my bag, looking to the bar guy to fix me another drink.

“Add extra shots in the next one, please.” I told him, and he drew his head back like he’d just heard the silliest thing tonight.

But I was paying, was I not?

“Don’t give her any more.” The stranger said and I turned to him, sharply.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I leaned in.

“Err, is there a problem? I’m paying for my own drinks, so I can drink as much as I want.” I swayed, and my forehead collided against his shoulder.

But he caught me midway, his palm pressed to my chest.

At that moment, it felt like an electric jolt went through me, and my eyes that I’ve been fighting to keep open, widened.

His large hand was covering both my boobs.

“Careful, baby, we don’t want you breaking your face now, do we?” A smirk played on his lips.

I reeled back, trying to balance myself.

“I can handle myself. Thank you.”

Failing to find my footing, I was sliding to the floor in the blink of an eye.

One moment my legs were dangling in the air, the next his firm hands were gripping my hips, and my walls clenched down there.

Fuck, what were his hands doing to me? I should hate men by now.

Every kind of man and their touch, but not this type of man sitting in front of me.

Why? Because I felt like I was staring into a dream. He was the dream himself.

“Geez, I’m so out of it.” I muttered, letting him help me up.

He stood on his feet, his body across mine as he leaned over to steady me, and I got a peek of the strong tendons of his neck.

“That’s why I said no more drinks. I want you conscious so you’ll remember every bit of it.”

Bit of what?

Was he—?

No way—he meant,

He drew his face back to stay inches close to mine and his eyes trailed my forehead down to my lips, lingering there.

It gripped me down there, and I moaned in my throat.

The salty taste at the back of my throat reminded me of Neil’s betrayal, and I thought of getting back at him.

Saying I’d use this stranger was illegal. I’d let him use me if he so much as hinted, and even for free.

Suddenly, the universe decided to slap me in the face as my bag slipped, spilling all the contents on the floor.

He moved back, looking down at his legs as my lipgloss, wallet, credit card, perfumes, mascara were littered all over the place.

I practically dive to the floor to save my last ounce of dignity when my movement pushed the dildo further away for him to see.

Earlier it had been covered under the rest of the items; now it was in full view.

Shit!

I trapped my lips under my teeth as he crouched to help me pick my stuff and the first thing he touched was the dildo.

I prayed the ground opened up and swallowed me as I stayed still in my kneeling position, avoiding his eyes.

Especially since he was turning the dildo in his hand, looking it over like he intended to crack a case.

“Hmm, I’d have thought you liked it big but this is rather..”

He paused, his eyes flickering between me and the dildo.

“Tiny.”

Embarrassment filled my expression as I got the message.

“Well, it’s around the same size as my boy— ex-boyfriend’s.” I blurted, regretting it immediately as a slow smile stretched the corner of his lips.

“It did look like you were missing out. He’s a dick.”

As if I could shake the alcohol off, I swung my head back and forth, snatching the dildo back.

“Big one.”

Then I thought of how Neil’s neck veins protruded as he groaned behind Mia, thrusting into her with so much passion. More than he had with me.

“You know what, fuck him and his small dick. Do you want to get down?” I asked, and his stare darkened.

Where did those words come from? Jesus Christ.

Pulling me up from the floor, he moved closer and my heart skipped a beat.

Amidst the loud music blasting through the speakers and the flashing club lights, his hot breath fanned my face.

Leaning in, his lips to my ear, he said.

“Say it right and don’t take it back.” His words sent warmth flooding through my body.

Fuck, this tempting bastard shouldn’t dare me like this, but I liked it.

Brushing a stubborn hair strand to the back of my ear, my lashes flutter as I bite my lower lips.

“Do you want to fuck?” I asked in a soft, sensual tone.