I cocked my head and lifted an eyebrow. “It’s an open bar.”
“Not for the good stuff.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a money clip, then removed a fifty dollar bill. “Bartender, another one for me and one for the lady.” The bartender nodded, opened a cabinet behind the bar, and pulled a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.
“Whoa.” I whispered at the sight of Johnnie Blue and looked at grey eyes who smirked triumphantly at me. “This is not going to get you inside my pants.”
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