Hot Billionaire Sex by Honey Taylor Page A

turned to point out the man that had sent the drink across. Stacey looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a man lift his hand in greeting. Getting drinks sent to her table wasn’t exactly a normal occurrence, although it had happened in the past. Stacey generally politely declined, but the high she was on and the handsome appearance of the man made her consider the offer. She thought of Barry going home to his wife and the empty apartment waiting for her and finally decided to accept. The waiter moved away and Stacey picked up the glass of wine and walked across to sit beside the man at the bar.
     
    “I hope you don’t mind me intruding,” he started. “You just looked so happy it seemed a shame you were celebrating on your own. I don’t normally send drinks to single women.”
     
    “Uh huh,” she laughed. “I believe you, but thanks for the drink anyway. I’m Stacey Hunter.” She lifted the glass to clink it against the man’s and took a sip of her wine. He was even handsomer close up, the creases around his dark brown eyes deepening as he smiled in her direction and then lifted his drink to take a sip. His dark hair was tinged with a little grey at the sides, but it only added to his appeal and the open necked shirt he was wearing showed a hint of the muscular physique below. Stacey guessed he was likely in his early forties, probably around ten to twelve years older than her. She returned the smile and felt a flicker of attraction as he fixed his gaze on her.
     
    “Ethan Walker,” he said and held out his hand. “So I guessed right?” he quickly went on. “The smile on your face was for a celebration.”
     
    Stacey felt the flicker of attraction grow as she took the hand and Ethan held on for just a little longer than was really necessary. She finally pulled her hand free. “I just clinched what should be a great deal for my business,” she said. “So yeah, the drink was a bit of a celebration of my success.”
     
    “Congratulations,” Ethan said. “Where’s the client?”
     
    “His wife took priority over me,” she answered. “He needed to get home.”
     
    “No offense, but good for him,” Ethan said. “Love should always come before business.”
     
    Stacey laughed. “I thought that was a woman’s attitude and that men considered business first and love second.”
     
    Ethan shrugged and grinned. “Well I think your client showed that isn’t quite true all the time. What business are you in?”
     
    “Interior design,” Stacey went on. “I quit my job around a year ago and set up on my own. It’s been a bit of a struggle, but this deal should put me on a solid footing to hopefully grow the business.”
     
    “Ah…, so you’re a style guru,” Ethan went on. “Do you ever relax or is your gaze always appraising your surroundings.”
     
    Stacey laughed. “I am a bit like that I guess. Sometimes it’s difficult to switch off. When I first came in here I stopped to look around before I even thought of ordering a drink.”
     
    “And what was your opinion of the place?” he asked.
     
    Stacey lowered her voice. “Hmm…, not all that impressed to be honest. I just enjoyed a meal in the restaurant and it looks pretty up-market and classy. This place doesn’t really reflect that.”
     
    “The bar is too down market?” Ethan asked.
     
    “For me, yes,” she answered. “I would say the owner didn’t put enough thought into the design. It’s like they lacked any ideas other than the most basic bar appearance.”
     
    “Like what for instance?” Ethan asked.
     
    Stacey nodded towards the mirrored back wall behind the bar. “For a start that mirror look is so out of date these days,” she said. “It doesn’t really work for me. I think the stools and tables look a little dated and worn too.” She cast her eyes around the walls and floor before turning her gaze back to Ethan. “The colors are just way too dark as well and it makes the place appear dingy