Casa Blanca Modern Mexican Tequila Bar Photos Novels & Stories

I was totally and absolutely blushed. In an attempt to divert my eyes to somewhere else but his perfect biceps, I looked up and found a pair of green eyes staring at me, deeply and concentrated. Oh God! I frowned my mouth and cleared my throat, after which his brows lifted and his mouth drew a subtle smirk. I had to look away. - The suggestion for today, if I may, - interrupted the host, - are the Mexican Chili nachos, grated cheese, fajita tacos and... our amazing round of strawberry, mango, lemon and peach margarita shots.

They also serve good tequila, and it’s a tequila kind of night. And while I was tempted to find a taco place because that asshole put the idea in my head, I didn’t because it was douchebag Trevor’s idea. I didn’t want to sit at a table, so I took a stool to the bar. The bartender quickly noticed me and got my order. Three shots of tequila, a glass of water, and an order of their spicy grilled chicken nachos. My shots and water arrived first, and I was already about to down the first one when an unwanted voice greeted me to my right. “What a coincidence we’d end up in the same place.” Trevor grinned, reaching for one of my shots. “May I join you?”

"Ah, you've finally decided to bless me with your presence I see," was the first thing that I said as I strutted into the room, that Martina had told me was the Home Bar. The bar, unlike the rest of the old home, was definitely modern and was on its own floor because Martina had told me that Aebischer likes to host his brothers over quite frequently so they needed more space. There was an entire section, wall to wall just covered in all kinds of expensive liquor, along with a long bar island and bar stools. On the other section there was a pool table, a bowling alley and several gambling tables.

Blanca's beauty salon is located away from the pool. It was supposed to be a guest house, but she turned it into a "mini spa". It's huge. You can easily get twenty people's hair done and whatever else you want here. I walk through the door feeling the air conditioning on, it's freezing in here. The space is large and bright, with huge windows that let natural light in, bathing the room in a soft, welcoming glow. The walls are covered in elegant wallpaper with a discreet and sophisticated pattern in shades of silver, complemented by dark wood panels. Modern chandeliers in arches hang from the ceiling. Blanca is having her nails done, while the hairdresser touches up her roots. She's drinking

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.