Oh, he was just precious that she wanted to eat him up! Gorgeous and adorable was something few men could pull off. Chloe's effervescent laugh morphed into a truly amused cackle. "Such a charmer," she purred and took another sip of her beer. It was more than just his words; his whole demeanor spoke of it. Confident. Poised and suave with just enough rebellion tossed in to make a girl's heart - and other parts - flutter.
Perfection.
Rosie lips curled again, more impish than before as unbidden thoughts, of images filled her mind. Soul of a poet contained in the chiseled body of glistening gold. A voice as soft and warm as the summer breeze made females swoon and lament the loss of beauty when he was silent. Hands, large and powerful, but careful in their tasks could play a woman as easily as the lyre, making her sing hymns of praise to the young artist.
Chloe shivered despite the deliciously warm feeling she was left with as the vision departed. Leaning back in the lounge, the blonde crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her body's reaction even while her tongue flicked out to moisten suddenly dry lips. "No amount of flattery is going to get me to play, I'm sorry. But if your friends don't mind, you're more than welcome to join me."