“Three paid!” he yelled to the cashier inside the club letting him know there would be no cover charge for us.

As we entered the club a remix of Jamie Foxx & T-Pain’s Blame It pours out of the speakers.

“Drinks?” Audrey asked from beside me.

“Sure.” I agreed.

“First rounds on me!” Liv shouted over the music.

We cut a path to the bar to order our drinks. I stood behind Liv as she flirted with the bartender. But something pulled my attention back toward the entrance.

The air got thick with electricity and the music turned to a low rumble in the back ground. There was only one other time in my life I had felt this way and that was the night I met Jamieson Wellington. As that realization dawned on me, I began to search the crowd and to my total amazement I spotted him just entering the bar with his friends.

I sucked in a sharp breath seeing him. I had only met him once but the intense attraction I felt for him was undeniable. Many nights I had laid awake thinking of him and the weird thing between us. I had convinced myself it was all in my head but seeing him again made it seem real.

I continued to watch him from across the bar make his way toward me. He clearly hadn’t noticed us or maybe he didn’t remember us at all. Perhaps I was just another face in the crowd to him. I watched as he passed in front of me with his friends heading to the far end of the bar where a beautiful female bartender worked. As he got closer to me I scrutinized everything about him. I had hoped that maybe over the months I had just built him up in my head, that maybe I remembered him differently. Unfortunately for me, that was not the case. Jamieson Wellington was still classically handsome with his dirty blonde hair and dark navy blue eyes. He still had the body of a Greek God and the obvious ability to draw in all of the female attention around him.

I continued to appreciate his stunning good looks when his eyes caught mine. Immediately I casted my eyes downward and I felt a deep blush covering my cheeks. I waited a few painful seconds and then stole a glance back at him hoping he was far enough away from me now that he couldn’t see me watching him. When I looked back at him he had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring at me wide-eyed. I again freaked out and looked down turning to face my friends.

“Excuse me. It’s Jenna, right?” Shit, shit, shit. I’m busted!

I turned around to be met with the sharp and steely gaze of Jamieson Wellington, my stomach turned completely inside out.

“Yes,” I said trying to seem unaffected.

“Hi, do you remember me? We met a few months ago at Havens.” I felt his eyes roaming over my body and I couldn’t deny I liked it.

“Of course we remember you asshats. You guys stood us up.” Livy declared while handing me my drink.

I heard the guy behind Jamieson chuckle, I was pretty sure his name was Julian.

“Yes about that, listen we are sorry. I went home so I could change my shirt and by the time we got to Hals, you had left.” Jamieson was explaining everything to the group but he only looked at me. We had yet to break our eye contact since he approached me, it felt almost hypnotic.

“See, I told you they didn’t stand us up.” Audrey said smugly.

“Can we buy you drinks to make up for our unexplained absence?” Jamieson offered.

“Sure,” I answered barely above a whisper.

“Whiskey sour, right?” he asked.

“You remembered?” Crap that wasn’t supposed to come out.

“You’re hard to forget, Jenna Middleton,” his voice was a deep tone, very sexy with an equally heart-stopping grin.

I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he too felt this connection between us and if so, what did it mean.

The bright lights of the bar came on signaling it was now time to go, leaving me with a feeling of instant disappointment. We had been talking for hours. It was odd having such an intimate conversation in the middle of a packed bar, but Jamieson had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the room. Our friends were also getting to know each other and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

“Your house, JW?” I heard Derrick ask from behind me.

“Ladies would you like to continue this back at my place?” Jamieson asked.

I looked at Audrey and Olivia for any hesitation.

“Let’s do it,” Livy said boldly.

Jamieson let out a light laugh. “Well after you.”

He ushered me out of the bar with the rest of our friends never leaving my side. When we got to the parking lot he hesitated just for a moment before crossing the street to catch up with his friends who were waiting next to a black Cadillac Escalade.

Livy had driven her charcoal Audi so we piled in to follow the guys to their house.

It only took us a few minutes to get to Huntsville Mountain. We pulled off the main road and onto a long gated driveway. It was no secret Jamieson was wealthy and I should have guessed he would live in this neighborhood, but still I was taken aback as we passed mansion after mansion. We finally pulled up to a sprawling southern estate. As I watched the large house grow in size as we approached, I felt my stomach dip low in my belly. I was clearly playing outside of my league.

We pulled up next to the Escalade and proceeded to bail out of the car. Audrey and Livy excitedly chatted about the beautiful home we were entering. Jamieson stood on the front porch in front of a massive set of dark black wood doors.

“Ladies,” he greeted my friends as he guided them inside. I was close behind but taking my time. When I reached Jamieson he flashed me his sexy grin. “Welcome to my home, Jenna.” I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled shyly in return.

Jamieson followed close behind me as I made my way down the front hallway. I could hear Derrick and Julian entertaining the girls nearby.

“Would you like a tour?”

“Yes, very much so,” I said eagerly.

Jamieson smiled and led me through the house to a beautiful sprawling living room. It was gorgeous with its slate gray couches and dark wood flooring. There was a huge TV mounted inside a beautiful white wood built-in that showcased a cozy fireplace. In front of the couches there was a very inviting plush cream rug. I immediately pictured lying on the gorgeous rug snuggled in front of the roaring fireplace with Jamieson. I felt my cheeks flush from my fantasy.

“And through here?” I asked trying to distract myself from my overactive imagination.

I began walking toward the voices I heard earlier. I didn’t have to go far before I was in the middle of a massive ivory white kitchen filled with our friends. If there was a kitchen to end all kitchens this would have been it. All the appliances were commercial grade stainless steel. The cabinets were white with glass fronts. I was impressed at how organized all the dishes were aligned, especially since Jamieson was a bachelor. That was not something a boy would typically be concerned about, but then again, Jamieson Wellington was surprising me at every turn.

“You have a beautiful home, Jamieson.” Audrey told him as he fixed a drink from the bar that ran along the far wall of the kitchen.

“Thank you.”

“How many rooms is it?” she quizzed him. Audrey had always been interested in architecture and interior design so I could only imagine what she was thinking.

“Five, but one bedroom I made into a study so really six,” he said nonchalantly handing me a drink as well.

“Seems a bit big for a single guy,” Livy piped up from across the room.

“Oh I don’t live here alone. Derrick and Julian live here with me,” he clarified.

“So like a mini frat?” Livy suggested, clearly trying to get a reaction.