Re: The Bar
"I think I prefer yours," she said, taking a sip while holding his gaze over the rim. She smiled a little when he gave her the shallow bow, and her generous lips smiled wider when she noticed that devilish look in his eyes. He was trouble, this one. Nothing like her clients at all. No, those men wanted to be what this man was. Confidence was something you couldn't buy, and she'd always found it supremely attractive. It was one of the reasons she'd been drawn to Hal, his confidence, and this man was even more confident than that.
"Merci," she said, referring to his drink, which she was finishing with the leisure of a woman who didn't mind being looked at, and then she took the Lemon Drop from him, handing him his empty glass with a lick of her damp lower lip.