But if I’m not telling the truth, what can I say to him?
“Where’s the internship?” Andrew asks, looking curious.
My mind goes blank. I look desperately around the room, and my eyes land on one of the black-and-white photos behind the bar: an old fashioned magic show with a man sawing a woman in half.
“Magic!” I blurt.
“Um, did you hear about Illusion Fusion who just performed at the Chicago Theater?” I cover quickly. Now would be a great time for Rob to text and say we were done. Like, right now.
“Magic show?” He shakes his head, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Can’t say that I have.” Ha, me neither. I’d read about the group performing at the Theater, but beyond that, I know nothing about Illusion Fusion. Hopefully he won’t ask too many questions.
“What position are you interning for?” He adds, “Sexy assistant?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Yes, actually.” Taking another sip of scotch, I lick my lower lip to catch a drop, noticing how he eyes me with a cool, yet intrigued stare. His eyes are so expressive, revealing what he won’t allow the rest of his face to show.
Something tells me he doesn’t smile much.
I decide to test my theory. “I was a little taken aback at the uniform, honestly. Skin tight body suit, cut to here.” I make an arch over my hip. “And patterned like a lizard.”
Andrew chokes on his drink. “What?”
“It’s some reptile theme,” I continue brightly. “I have to hiss too. It’s so snug up top, I feel like my chest is going to spill right out of it.” I touch my necklace, drawing his attention to my breasts. Flirting is coming way too easily.
Maybe the whiskey is helping with that.
Andrew chuckles. “When is the next show? I’m pretty sure I need to see that.”
He casually places his hand all the way over mine on the bar, and brushes his thumb across the back of my knuckles. It’s a small gesture, totally innocent, but it sends heat racing through my body.
I gulp, already feeling way out of my depth.
“What about you?” I blurt. “What do you do?”
“You’ll never believe it,” he says easily, bringing my knuckles to his incredible lips. His mouth parts slowly, his eyes on mine, then presses a kiss to my hand. His lips brush my skin with sensual heat.
My smile fades, a hot desire stirring between my legs.
“Try me,” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m a lion tamer.”
I laugh in shock – surprised he would even crack a joke. Maybe there is a sense of humor lurking under his controlled exterior. “So, spandex pants and a whip,” I tease. “Impressive.”
I cross my legs without thinking, shifting to get more comfortable on the stool. Andrew looks down, and I follow his gaze. My legs look smooth and sexy, tapering down to the sexy heels. Why don’t I dress up more often? I’m turning myself on.
He rests a hand on my knee.
Oh boy. I take another gulp of my drink to cool down, but the whiskey just burns hotter in my veins. “So, lion taming…” I try to seem unaffected. “Is it hard, wrangling all those beasts into submission?”
Andrew’s lips turn up—a genuine smile that makes me realize he’s younger than I thought. He can’t be more than twenty-nine to my twenty-three but until now, he looked older, burdened by heavy responsibility and stress. I bet he looks relaxed and easy like this when he’s sleeping, free of the day-to-day pressure and relentless expectations.