Brooke let him take her hand and she spun obligingly, smiling at his comment. "Thanks," she said, giving one shoulder a little shrug. He was just as gorgeous as she'd imagined. Right now, if he wanted to eat her, she definitely wouldn't mind.
Brooke let go and elegantly slipped onto a barstool, crossing her legs to show them off to the maximum. "Whiskey and coke," she said, placing her clutch down on the bar top. She knew enough about flirting to know not to act too interested, even though she thought her heart had sped up a couple of notches since she'd walked in a moment ago.