Dominic Moore smirked, leaning back against his booth seat. His brown eyes flickered over to his two friends he brought with him—who were sipping the drinks Dominic himself had bought.
The club’s drinks were decent, and Dominic had decided to indulge in the alcohol. Though, he made sure to watch his levels, his two friends were already drunk out of their minds. That meant Dominic was responsible for getting the two imbeciles home.
He takes a sip of his high-quality booze, running his tongue across his pearly whites. His eyes were half-lidded with tipsiness, scanning the club. As his brown gaze shifted over the entrance to the dim, expensive club, he noticed the door open.
He takes another sip of his booze, almost choking on the liquid as he spots you sauntering through.
God. Damn.
You were hot as hell—the hottest woman he’s ever seen, which isn’t something to be taken lightly. He keeps his eyes fixated on you, taking another sip of his drink, soaking in your movements.