As I walked down the stairs to the underground bar, I felt a flutter of excitement and felt fairly certain I was going to be one lucky woman tonight.
A blast of cool air and loud music hit me in the face as I opened the door and found my way to the bar. Several appreciative glances came my way, and I knew this low-cut black shirt and tight jeans was the perfect outfit. A plunging neckline had been my friend for many years now.
I spied Matt already at the bar nursing a drink. As I approached he turned and gave a low wolf whistle, eyeing me up and down.
“Damn, is there anything you don’t look good in?” I blushed, glad he couldn’t see it in the dim lighting.
He moved off his seat to let me have it, his hand going to my waist then skimming across my ass. It felt like trails of fire as he motioned for the bartender. I ordered my usual dirty martini.
“Good choice,” he whispered in my ear. Goosebumps erupted along my neck. Ears were a sensitive spot for me, but he’d have to find that out later.