She’s yet to notice me as she chats with the bartender. It’s enough to give a man a complex. I’ll have to punish her for that later. The bartender’s eyes are glued to her breasts, and I think it’s about time that stops. Those are mine tonight. He can try again tomorrow after I’ve finished with her.
I lean down against the bar, look directly at her instead of him. “Jack and Coke,” I order, waiting for her to say something.
She stops talking to what’s-his-face and turns her attention to me. Green eyes. I don’t ever remember having seen eyes this particular color before. I don’t think I’ll be able to ever forget them now. The color of a murky sea, they draw me in. She looks me up and down while sucking on a straw. She slowly puts her glass down and tilts her head to the side to get a look at me.
I speak first. “Can I buy you a refill?”
She shrugs. “If you want, I won’t stop you.”
“What are you drinking?”
“White chocolate martini.”
“That’s not exactly a manly drink to order—”
“I’m not a man.”
“Oh, I noticed, girl… I noticed.”
“Here’s your Jack and Coke,” the bartender grumbles over my shoulder. He slams the drink down beside me in a thank-you-for-cock-blocking-me kind of way. He’s more than welcome.
“The lady here will have another martini,” I tell him while taking my drink and sliding onto the stool beside her.
She watches me drink and shakes her head.
“Something on your mind?” I ask, studying the look in her eyes.
“Just appreciating the fact that my drink wasn’t manly enough for a Jack-and-Coke kind of guy.” She leans in, smirking.
She’s more than halfway drunk, which is kind of a shame, but not a deal breaker by a long shot. She has sass and, fuck, I can definitely appreciate that.
“Don’t dis the Coke, man. It lets me stay sober and still get a kick from the Jack… so I can admire your fine ass longer.”
“Did you just say ‘fine ass’ …?”
“Oh, yeah. You have one very fine ass.”
She takes her drink from the bartender without even acknowledging him. I can’t help but shoot him a look of victory. Fucker wants to deck me right now.
“Do these lines actually work for you?”
“They’ve been known to,” I answer honestly.
“Damn, I thought I was drunk enough, but apparently I’m not, because so far they’re not working at all on my fine ass.”
“Ouch.” I smile, taking another gulp and enjoying this conversation way more than I would have thought.
“In fact,” she adds, leaning in closer to me, and I can only hope her breasts come out to play as she leans further—surely another inch and nipples will be visible. “You could even say I’m kind of… bored.”
Those words would chill a lesser man, but the light in her eyes and the smile on her face tell me different. I put my drink down, then move my finger along the side of her face.
“I sure wouldn’t want to bore you. How about we leave this place and go play Barbie?”
She looks at me, genuinely confused.
“Barbie?”
I lean in close to her ear, inhaling her scent. Sweet and sugary like cookies. Damn… just damn.
“Yeah. I’ll be Ken, and you can be the box I come in,” I whisper against her ear. I mean, really, can I help it if my lips graze against it?
She grows still, then pulls away from me.
“Did you really go there just now?” she asks like she can’t quite believe it. She’s shaking her head and laughing, and she does not look bored.
Score one for me. “Figured I better come at you with my A-game,” I joke, taking another drink.
“Good plan, Romeo. Not sure this romance could survive your B-game.”
“What’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Oh man, you are cheesy.”
“I do try. Come on, give me your name.”
She stops and looks at me for a minute, and it’s almost as if she’s trying to place me, but then she shrugs it off.
“We won’t know each other long enough to have to worry about using names.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s a fact.”
I lean in to whisper for her ears only. “My name’s Hunter. You need to remember it so you can scream it out tonight.”
She leans in to me, and her sweet scent claims me. “I’ll do that very thing, Hunter. I’ll scream it so hard my landlord will think someone is killing me.”
“Now we’re talking.” My dick is rock hard as she gets up. She starts to walk around me and I grab her arm, unable to ignore the way her warm skin sends an electric current through my body. “Where are you going?”
“I figured I’d better hurry before the store closes.”
“The store?”
“Yeah, Hunter. I’m all out of batteries. I’ll need them tonight, when I’m in bed alone, but don’t worry. I’ll remember your name when I make myself come.”