Nikolai Alman was not one to drown his sorrows, but tonight he was doing just that. The bar wasn’t his usual haunt since he was back in New Jersey after taking leave from the FBI in New York City. He was only in the Garden State because his father had asked to meet him. His father had something important to tell him.
But that wasn’t why Niko had three shots of vodka in front of him. No, the death of his partner, Mark Riechert, who had died in his arms, was the reason for the vodka. Sadly, being Russian and having been raised by an old-world father, the vodka wasn’t working. He had built up too much of a tolerance to it.
He barely had a buzz on when the mocha woman walked into the bar. She was ghetto, for sure, but wore clothing as if she weren’t. The streets stayed with a person and right now, they were following this woman to the stool three seats over from Nikolai.
He’d bet she was a wildcat in bed. Fierce and probably took as well as she gave. How refreshing that would be after his string of skinny, white girls who were more worried about smudging their lipsticks then getting it on his dick.
This woman had some substance to her and when she glanced in his direction, she also had green eyes. Very striking on a black woman. He nodded at her then went back to studying his shots.
“Vodka on the rocks,” the woman said.
Her speech was clear and concise, but Nikolai would bet one of these shots that she was from the projects at one point in her life. She had hard lines around her face. They added to her attractiveness and Nikolai’s dick came alive.
Well, if he couldn’t drown himself in alcohol, he could drown himself in a woman. Hm. He wasn’t sure she would even be interested. She wasn’t looking around the bar. No, she was watching sports on television.
One of the talking heads was discussing the prospects for the Big Ten schools. Her attention seemed to perk up when he mentioned Penn State. Was she a football fan or just doing her best to ignore him?
He signaled to the bartender. “Put her drink on my tab.”
Her head whipped around to where he sat, staring at her.
“I don’t need you to buy me a drink.”
“I’m sure you don’t, but I’m going to.”
“Because in a minute or so I’m going to slide across these two stools and sit next to you. If I’ve bought you a drink you might be more amenable to talking to me.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Oh, I wish I were, but I’m not,” he said.
She didn’t look at him in disgust. That was a bonus. Her drink came and instead of drinking it daintily from the straw she put the striped, plastic tube on the bar and sipped right from the glass.
“Why do you need to soften me up?”
“Because I’m hoping you won’t shoot me down in a half an hour when I suggest we go to my place. I have vodka.”
An eyebrow went up over one of those mesmerizing eyes. “You think vodka will lure me into your bed?”
“No, I think that my charming personality and sweet dimples will lure you into my bed.”
She laughed. She threw her head back and laughed. Not a bad reaction, so he slid across one of the stools. She glanced at him, but didn’t stop laughing. He cleared his throat as he slid his last three shots across the bar to sit in front of him.
She sipped her drink again, the smile on her face only dimming as she touched the glass to her lips. What lovely lips. He could see them wrapped around his dick. He’d bet she could get him off and not break a sweat.
He was already hard so it wouldn’t take much.
“So what?” Nikolai said.
It was his turn to laugh. “Okay. I’ve never been put on the spot like that.”
“So you can’t charm on demand? It has to happen organically?”
He studied her for a moment. She was a tough woman, but she was getting sexier by the minute. Even if she didn’t end up under him, naked, he would have a good time trying to get her there.
He downed one of his shots then put the empty glass on the bar.
“I’m waiting,” she said.
He cracked his knuckles then stretched his arm above his head. She stared at him with those eyes that went right through him. And his mind went blank. What a time for the vodka to kick in.