Zipping up my pants, I checked the mirror on the inside of my office door. Not bad. Running my hands through my hair, I was reminded me of the woman who just left. Someone really needed to tell her to comb that shit.
It was another Friday night at Sully’s, and the place was already starting to fill up. Walking around, I waved and nodded to all the regulars. Even though I’d a strict one-time rule, I did have a couple of regulars who were immune to it. I needed someone available whenever. Mindy and Carrie had been my go to girls for about two years now. They had the same mindset I did, which was why we went so well together.
They knew it was just sex and would ever be sex. They’d proven not to be clingy or demand attention from me so that gave them their in. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I’d need to get rid of them soon, because a lot of times chicks changed their mind, but so far it was working like a dream.
“Hey Ace. Everything good?” I asked my head bartender.
“Yes, sir. Girls are bringing in the orders like crazy.” He grinned.
“Perfect. I’ll be around. Our set starts at nine, but if something comes up, find me.”
“Will do.”
Looking out at all the people, I scanned the area. I loved this bar. Rather than going into business with my dad, I opened this place, which he was still pissed about. Being his only son, he wanted me to carry on the legacy. What fucking legacy, I wasn’t sure. Maybe the ‘I hate my son’ one? No thanks. Being a lawyer was not in the cards for me.
“Hey bro.” The voice came from my side, and I recognized it instantly.
“Hey Z, how’s it going?” Z’s been my best friend since senior year of high school. He knew all my shit and knew what made me tick. We’d always been tight, and he was the one guy I knew I could always count on.
“Good. Work was a bitch. I need a drink,” he said as sidled up to the bar.
Glaring at him, I said, “Only drinks for you tonight, got it? I’m here to make money, not give out free booze.”
“I got it,” he said with a smirk.
“I’m fucking serious. You give one free drink out and you’re cut off. Got it?” The last two nights Z decided to get the girls he was with—and their friends—totally liquored up. I was all for having a good time, but shit, this was a business.
“I said I got it.” He grinned.
“Fucker,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, get this shit.” Z started taking a pull from the beer Ace sat in front of him. “Remember that chick with the wheezing shit I told you about.” I nodded. “She came by the station house trying to hook up. Taking my break early, I get her the hell out of there quickly and get to business. On her knees, she starts the wheezing again, like she can’t breathe. I tried to pull out, cause of the nice guy I am …” He smirked. “But she continues. I don’t know whether to give her CPR or ride it out. I, of course, rode it out.”
“You need to stop hooking up with the randoms. Get yourself a couple of Carries and Mindys. That’s what they’re for.”
“Yeah. Like that’s all you get some from.” He grunted.
Ignoring his jab, I continued, “And speaking of …” I saw Mindy walk in through the door, making a beeline straight for me.
“Hey sweetheart,” I whispered as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Don’t sweetheart me. You ready to do this?” Her eyes screamed sultry, and I knew she was ready.
“Nah. Got head already.”
Disappointment etched on Mindy’s face, she asked, “Why didn’t you wait?”
“I’m not into this whole territorial bullshit, and you know that. She offered, I was in the mood, I got off.” I pulled away, not wanting to deal with this drama. See, I was right, time to change up the any-timers.
“Whatever. You’re mine after the show.” She smirked.
“Sure. Why not.”
“You know how to make a girl feel wanted,” she snarled and strode away. I thought tonight might be the night to cut that bitch free.
Striding through the bar, I was stopped several times to chat from the old-timers, regulars, and of course, several women. I heard stories all the time of my endeavors—women loved to talk. They were all the same, and if one couldn’t handle only getting a one-night fuck, there was always another to take her spot.
Hearing Z’s low whistle caught my attention. “Look over there.” Z pointed to three women across the floor. Two of them I knew right off the bat—Sawyer and Kinsley. They were smoking hot in their tight-ass clothes, but they were never on my radar. They were relationship girls, not my style.
The third woman from the back had an ass that screamed ‘grab me.’ Her blonde hair was some of the longest I’d ever seen, and I loved the way it flowed down her back to her ass. Her legs were toned and firm. Now, if I could just see the face.
“Let’s go say hi.” Z slapped me on the back.
“Sure,” I said, taking off toward them. The crowd to the women was thick, but they easily moved out of my way. Both Sawyer and Kinsley’s eyes grew wide when they saw me approach.
“Hey ladies, how are we tonight?” I expected the third woman to turn and look, but she didn’t. Her body went from relaxed to rigid. Then she darted off for the bathroom. What the fuck?
“Hey Deke,” Kinsley said, watching her friend walk through the swarm of people.
“Hey. Who’s your friend?” No need to drag it out.
“A friend from out of town.” Kinsley’s voice cracked as she talked.
“I’m gonna go make sure she’s okay.” Sawyer turned and went the same direction the mystery girl had head.
“What the hell, Deke? You got em’ running already.” I didn’t find Z’s joke funny. I wanted to know who the hell this woman was. She sure as shit couldn’t be shy, wearing a skirt that showed off her delicious ass like that.
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Racing to the bathroom, I needed to catch my breath. I didn’t know what the hell happened, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t turn and look him in the eyes. I didn’t even know what I was to him, after all. Did he hate me?
Damn. When the hell did I get so insecure? This was so not me. But this was Deke. I actually felt him before he even walked up behind me. There was something about his presence that sucked the air out of the room. When he approached, I could smell the aroma of wood, musk, and leather; his cologne did wicked things to my body, causing it to heat beyond what I thought possible.
I needed to get out.
Not two seconds after I got there, Sawyer came busting through the bathroom doors. “What’s wrong?” She reached over and grabbed my arms.
“Just a small panic attack, but I’m getting better,” I panted out as if I’d just run a marathon.
“We don’t have to do this. We can go home.” Sawyer’s reassuring voice helped soothe me. But I didn’t come all this way to avoid him. I needed to set my eyes on him. I just needed to find the courage to do so.
“No, I’m going to pull my head out of my ass, and we are going to have fun. I just need a drink.” Smiling, I grabbed Sawyer’s hand and led her back out into the mass of people. Looking around, I saw Kinsley was now all by herself at the edge of the bar. Saddling up next to her, I yelled, “Shots!”
Signaling the bartender, he came right away. “What can I getcha?” This guy was hot. Smoking hot—built arms, tattoos sneaking out from under his sleeve, his head shaved close to the scalp—his looks formed a dangerous combination. He would be a fantastic muse for my next book. I bet he gets laid every night.
“Tequila. 6 shots.” I winked at him.
“Comin’ right up, darlin’.” His Southern accent was to die for. Turning back to the girls, they were lost in some conversation about guys out on the dance floor. My mind was only on one man and knowing he was here and not seeing him was messing with my mind.