I opened my eyes and swore I must have drifted into a dream because my gaze landed on Brad
Pitt walking into the bar.
Brad Pitt as in Legends of the Fall Brad Pitt, with the shoulder-length sleek blond hair parted on
the side and tucked behind his ear and the beard. Jesus, the beard that was neatly trimmed and
full-on sexy.
My eyes widened, and I blinked several times taking in the full vision of him.
Muscles pressed against the thin white cotton shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up his thick
forearms. I could see the hint of a Celtic swirl snaking up his right arm, disappearing under the
fabric and reappearing at the base of his neck.
He was tall, tall and powerful looking, and just gorgeous.
Deliciously gorgeous.
Delicious? God, I was already losing my mind. And I was still staring.
He clocked on to me, zoomed in with a keen stare, but I looked away quickly, pretty certain that
I was in no state to attract any form of attention today.
Not that I thought I’d attract his attention anyway.
Brad Pitt? No, couldn’t have been. Sure, we were in L.A., but Brad Pitt hadn’t looked like that in
years. Legends of the Fall was a 1994 film I watched with Mom over a hundred times right from
the ages of seven to eleven. Enough to know the film word for word and develop an unhealthy
obsession with the actor and watch every single film he starred in. I also knew enough to know
that guy, although a pretty darn good dead ringer for Brad, was not him, because the last time
Brad Pitt probably sported that look with the long hair was when he did Troy back in 2004.
This was 2016. Many years had passed since, and while I still thought he was the best-looking
guy in the world, this guy here in the Fish Tale bar was a real blast from the past.
At least he made me forget my worries for all of two minutes.
“Can I have another one, please, and a bottle of red wine?” I asked my bartender friend as he
walked by.
“Sure thing.” He looked concerned now but nodded and went to get my drink.
He came back with the original cocktail glass, which held the martini and a bottle of red wine. I
downed the martini straight away and got that buzz in my brain I was searching for. It made my
skin sparkle like someone threw fairy dust on me.
I was about to open the bottle of wine when someone came up beside me. Too close. I turned
to look at the person and scowl, but as I looked up, all thoughts of scowling vanished from my
mind.
Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike beamed down at me with sharp blue, blue eyes that reminded me of the
sky in that in-between phase before nightfall. It was a dark blue like that, and against his blond
hair his eyes were striking and almost otherworldly.
“My lady, going to drink that by yourself?” he asked in a rich English accent that stole my breath
away, and all I could do was stare. I think that maybe I was drooling too, but I wasn’t sure.
There was a good chance I was, to my embarrassment, but my brain had turned to soup and
wasn’t able to function enough to care.
His lips arched into a smooth, sexy smile. “Want some company?” he added.
I nodded slowly. Thank God, I wasn’t stupid enough to turn him down.
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