Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO 

DENNIS' POV

The man had long dark hair that was gathered into a tight knot right at the back of his graceful neck.

There was also steel blue eyes that looked almost silver under the dim lights.

He had a sharp aristocratic nose and a strong chiselled jaw. 

His suit fit him perfectly, cloning to a body that men would sell their soul for.

He looked like a tall, dark and handsome Greek god, sent to me here.

Something roared to life inside of me, primal and a little bit hot.

Whatever heat I was feeling travelled downwards towards my groin.

I squeezed my legs together as I smiled a bit welcoming at him.

My eyes scanned the body that belonged more on a magazine cover than this bar.

My Adams apple bobbed slightly as I gently swallowed something in my throat.

Something non-existent.

“Why not?” I muttered.

I motioned to the bartender. “Another whiskey, and one for him too.”

He slipped onto the stool next to me.

I noticed that he had as moving with a kind of confidence that wasn’t loud.

It was a heavy kind that instantly filled every of the space sitting between us.

When our eyes locked again, the air was charged with a certain tension.

My heart began to adamantly palpitate as if it was racing against time in my chest.

The whiskey came.

I noticed the man's eyes sitting on me, sharp and intense as I drank.

“What’s troubling you?” he asked in a voice that was smooth but not pushy.

I let out a bitter laugh. 

"What me to trauma dump on you?" I asked him in a quiet voice.

He quirked a brow at me.

"Aren't you looking for a little roll on the night, heat between sheets?"

I saw him tense.

His stare intensified.

And we both just stared at each other while the centigrade went up rapidly.

Those steel blue orbs left me scorched with heat, almost writhing on the seat.

My dick began to harden.

Mayhap my night wouldn't be a boring one after the big, bad day I had had.

"Who said both can't come together?" 

He spoke to me in a voice that was hoarse with something I recognized.

I grinned at him, pleased.

"Wait a minute, let me just get comfortable," he said.

I watched hot and bothered as he undid his cufflinks and pushed his sleeves up.

The gesture revealed lower arms that were smooth and lined with veins.

I looked up at his face just as he reached up and unknotted the tie in his neck.

I nearly muttered f*ck under my breath when he snagged two buttons open.

My jaw fell.

The top part of his smooth olive skinned chest came into my view.

Thick, masculine—my dick going from semi hard to diamond in seconds.

"Like what you see?" He hummed as he picked up his drink and sippe.

It took an entire lot to tear my eyes away from his magnificent sculptured body.

I turned to look down at my empty glass while I was swallowing softly.

My skin prickled with heat.

My blood was screaming in my ears as my heart rate insanely skyrocketed.

"So, you'll still tell me what bothers you pretty little boy?" He asked.

The soft yet stern tone of his voice washed over my skin and did things to me.

“My department is getting a new boss tomorrow," I began to say. 

"And?" He called out, signalling to the bar man to get up more drinks.

My empty glass was filled.

"Well, I got disappointed at work."

I sniffed.

"I have been working towards a certain position for years."

I tuned to him.

"Well, now I just got told that some nobody is taking my shot at a promotion.”

He hmm-ed

“That... sounds rough,” he said. 

He sounded like he meant it too, which only made me feel more worse.

“And I'm vexed because it's probably some clueless trust fund baby,” I spat.

The heat has already began to rise in my chest cause the alcohol kicked in. 

“He perhaps doesn’t even know a thing about this job. And mayhap he's just riding on the coat of connections."

My voice rose slightly.

He fixed me a stare alongside an expression that was totally unreadable.

"He probably can’t even read a file, might be a fucking idiot, a total waste of space.”

He didn’t interrupt.

He didn’t laugh—tjough I had expected him to do so and call me silly for this.

But he didn't.

He just listened.

And those steel blue eyes locked on me like he wasn’t judging a word I said. 

The longer I spoke with him, the more loose my tongue started to get.

Every insult rolled off as if I had been saving each of them for several years.

When I stopped, I realized the silence between us wasn’t awkward. 

It was simply... charged?

His gaze had stayed on mine since, steady and unshaken with tension.

But there was something else behind this curious steel blue orbs.

It was something that caused me to stop talking and look at him, really look.

That something?

It was desire—hidden deep in those his mesmerizing gaze interwoven with lust.

My throat tightned.

My boner came back so fast that I had to press my thighs hard together.

The breath was sloteln from me when he leaned forward to stare at me.

I swallowed hard.

He reached for me, his hands grabbing my chin with all authority and possession.

I gasped at the touch—hot, firm and scorching, filling me with need.

I gaped, wondering how on earth he hadn't flinched from the mutual passion.

He inched closer and I really thought that he would draw me in and kiss me. 

He didn't.

The music had changed into something low behind us, vibrating through the floor. 

I felt pressed with need, uncomfortable as he just stared at me pointedly.

I needed a change.

I glanced at the crowd and then back at him. 

“You dance?” My voice came out rough when I spoke.

He smirked.

It was faint but there. 

“I do.”

Before I knew it, I was letting him lead me onto the dance floor. 

The crowd pressed around us with bodies that moved in sync to the beat. 

He placed a hand at my waist, firm but not demanding as he guided me closer.

I moved with him, awkward at first before then finding the rhythm. 

The heat of his body seeped into mine as our movements grew slower.

The space between us gre smaller until it disappeared with us chest to chest. 

He leaned down until his breath brushed my pina and a shiver ran down my spine.

The song kept changing from one to another but I didn’t notice. 

My focus was on him—the way his hand tightened when I shifted.

I wws fixated by the way his gaze didn’t wander anywhere else but my face.

Suddenly, he halted.

We just gazed at each other with unspoken passion until the track ended.

We didn’t step apart right away. 

I pulled back just enough to look at him. 

His lips were close, too close to mine.

We went back to the counter with neither of us saying much. 

My second whiskey was half gone before I spoke to him again.

“You know, you are a good listener,” I slurred with a hungry voice.

Not hungry for food.

Hungry for him.

He hmm-ed with a shrug.

“Maybe I just like hearing what you really think,” he replied.

I laughed under my breath. “Careful. I’ve got more where that came from.”

“Good,” he said simply.

That was it. 

There was no judgment or fake sympathy but only that calm presence. 

My chest tightened.

And before I could even talk myself out of it, I leaned in and kissed him.

His lips were softer than I expected and warm against mine. 

He didn’t pull back. 

He didn’t hesitate. 

His hand came up to the back of my neck, drawing me deeper into it. 

The taste of whiskey and the heat of him pressed against me—it all blurred until nothing else mattered.

For the first time that night, I stopped thinking about anything.

And I just kissed him like I wanted to forget everything else.