Andreas didn’t mind that he’d been caught staring.  He never did.  The look on the other man’s face was priceless, too.  It was entertaining, and if nothing else, it at least got Alex’s attention.  Whether that was a good or a bad thing remained to be seen, though.  After getting to observe this blond beauty up close, Andreas figured he’d have to adjust his strategy a little.  The picture he’d seen had been nice, but he’d not really planned for that ass or the way Alex walked.<i>He</i>was used to being the supermodel to the men he was trying to seduce and manipulate, and this was throwing him off just a little.<br/><br/>Okay.  He just had to think.  A body like that, those form fitting clothes, pretty face… in a club like this?  The direct approach of high caliper flirting and suggestive flattery probably wasn’t the best way to go about it.  Alex was likely hit on at least every fifteen minutes by someone, whether it was a man or a woman.  At best he’d just humour a paying customer, but he was probably just sick of it.  Something a little more low key and gentle was probably the better starting point.<br/><br/>“Um… no, actually,” he admitted, flashing a charming smile and sliding his hand onto the bar top.  Blue eyes darted down to the bartender, the man still caught in the mesmerizing sea of tits and booty shorts.  “It’s okay.  I didn’t see a thing,” he promised.  “I’d probably need a drink, too.  And… I do, actually.  Have any house specialties?”