The actual bar was a big, sleek-looking square with three sides offering stools for customers and a mirrored back wall displaying all the booze they were selling. There were a few bartenders buzzing about and Tudor waited for his turn.
“Aloha, I’m Kahoni. What can I get you tonight?” The rich, deep voice momentarily stunned Tudor. When he recovered, he had shivers running down his spine. The vision before him knocked him out again. Warm brown skin; deep, dark eyes that seemed used to laughter based on how they glowed and the barely visible laugh lines; long, silky hair that looked an almost metallic black with blue undertones in the bar light; toned, slender body clad in the simple, yet form-fitting, clothes, the typical black-and-white combo of all hotel staff; lips, a sin in themselves,
