Images of what her naked body, blindfolded eyes, and pouty lips around my cock would look like flowed through my mind as I took a step closer, bringing her attention back to me. “Are you all right?” I asked.
She looked up with reddening cheeks and then quickly averted her eyes. “Y-yes. I lost my balance. I’m so sorry,” she apologized in a shaky voice. “Did I spill anything on you? Oh, God, I did, didn’t I?” She was rambling in a panicked tone, looking over my body.
I looked down at the arm of my suit jacket to see the beads of alcohol rolling off. “Really, it’s fine,” I reassured her. I grabbed a napkin that wasn’t already wet from her tray and wiped at my sleeve. Thanks to the stain-resistant suit, the liquid didn’t settle into the fabric. “See, no harm.” I smiled down at her.
I tossed the napkin on to her tray and looked over the spilled drinks. “It looks like you’ll need to get refills on those,” I said, pointing to the two drinks, which had spilled.
She looked to her tray, eyes wide, then looked back at me. “Yes.” She sighed. “Again, I’m so sorry,” she sputtered and then she turned and walked away.
I smirked and watched her with fascination as she hurriedly walked to the bar. That wasn’t the reaction I was used to getting from women.
There’s always a first, Mason.
Making my way to Luke’s table, I held in the groan of frustration as I saw the other men in his company. I didn’t have a problem with Drew, the short stocky guy who wore glasses and had thinning brown hair. It was Steve, the guy sitting next to Drew, who I didn’t care for. He was tall, around six-two like me, but he had long, shaggy hair and looked like he was stuck in the fucking seventies. I couldn’t stand him and I had no idea how Luke could, either. He was an arrogant prick. The last time we’d all been together, I’d threatened to break his fucking nose. That was two years ago.
“Look who decided to join the party,” Luke said with a laugh, slapping me on the back after I unbuttoned my jacket and took a seat next to him on the couch. “How the hell have you been?”
I smiled at him. “I’ve been good. Just getting stuff ready for the year,” I answered, and then looked to the other men, sitting in chairs across from me, to give them a nod. “Drew, Steve.”
“Hey, man. Long time, no see.” Drew nodded back at me.
“I heard you’re a fucking professor now,” Steve blurted before chugging his beer.
I stared at him for a moment before replying. The guy had never worked a day in his life. He was what we’d call a trust-fund baby. We all were, but some of us took advantage of our situations to do something with our lives instead of fucking around and spending Daddy’s money. I couldn’t stand someone with a lack of ambition, but of course nobody knew why I was so ambitious. Some thought I wanted to be just like my father. Others thought I was just trying to outshine him. They didn’t have a goddamn clue.
I nodded. Instead of practicing law like most of my classmates, I’d decided to go into teaching. It didn’t take long to be hired on at NYU, a huge accomplishment for a thirty-year-old. “It’s my second year teaching at NYU,” I replied, looking past him at the waitress who had bumped into me earlier walking in our direction. If I was going to sit there with that asshole, I needed to have a few drinks to tolerate it.
Steve smiled as he leaned forward. “God, man, I’d love to be around all that young pussy. I bet it’s served to you on a fucking platter.”
A sly smirk spread on my lips as the waitress stood off to the side of Steve, holding a tray of drinks. Her eyes were focused on me, and I could see the blush creeping up her neck.
Any other time I would avoid making a comment to something Steve had said, but it gave me the perfect opportunity to play. “I definitely don’t have a problem getting laid,” I replied as I looked back to Steve.
The waitress set drinks down on the table and I watched as she tried her best not to look at me.
“I would have ordered for you, but I didn’t know when you were going to show up,” Luke explained as he grabbed his drink off the table.
“Can I get you something, sir?” she asked softly as she finally made eye contact with me.
She looked nervous as she stood there, gripping the tray she had tucked under her arm. Surely working in that kind of establishment she’d come across all kinds of conversations, but I couldn’t get over how innocent she looked. Since she had come closer to the light over our table, I could see the softness of her features. She looked way too innocent—sexy, but innocent. I knew what I was about to do would cause her to blush even more, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her reaction.