“Do you live alone, Thalia?” It’s just a question, but the weight of it sits heavy in my gut. I can’t help but answer him almost immediately.
“Yes. In my studio apartment, about a block away.”Why am I giving this man my information?
His eyebrows raise, and he sits up on the bar stool.I see I’ve piqued his interest.
“You guys get acquainted?” Lee’s voice comes from behind Alan. My eyes trail from Alan’s bright green eyes to Lee’s deep blue ones. Lee’s eyes are like a silver bullet under the lights. If I were a mythical creature running through the woods, these men would be what causes my demise.
“You didn’t tell me, Lee, that I’d be meeting our biggest fan.” Alan crosses his arms around his chest.
“If I had told you, I would have ruined the surprise,” Lee admits as he leans against the back of Alan’s chair.
Until Next Time
Lee and I sit at the bar after my formal introduction to Thalia. We agreed to have a few drinks before calling it a night. I would consent to anything if it meant watching her at the bar. Even if it meant countingeveryone of those silver stars and moons on her shirt. She is glowing in her element, and I am mesmerized, which means I amfucked.
I observe her closely as she tends to the other patrons at the bar, assuming they're her regulars since she knows their names and their favorite drinks by heart. Goosebumps cover my skin as I examine the pristine way she pours liquor over ice cubes in the cocktail mixer. Hours could easily pass, and I would happily stare at her, noting whatever the fuck she puts in there. The way her tits look when she moves her arm up and down, shaking the mixer, is intoxicating.
I bite my lower lip and gaze as she pours the drinks into their rightful glasses. Her red curls fall loosely down her back and halfway down her arms. All I can think about is how she’d look bouncing up and down on my lap. I’m curious if they would movein rhythm with her perfectly round breasts. I want so badly to feel them—to feel every part of her.
My glare is solely on her as she smiles up at the man in front of her. Her bright red lips curl up her pink cheeks. She bats her long, black eyelashes in his direction. I’m unable to make out what she’s telling him above the loud music, but I imagine her that close to me. Remembering how she was only a few moments before. The show she is putting on has every man in the bar staring. She is the main attraction, and we are her drooling audience.I wonder what kind of show she would put on if she had me alone in her bed. I so badly crave to be the only one in the room with her.
“Can you believe we have broads likethatlistening to us talk every week?” Lee’s question breaks my thoughts, one that a married man shouldn’t be having.
“Absolutely fucking not.” My eyes stay locked on her figure. She pours drink after drink for more than half of the male customers. Lee and I continue to admire her closely as she continues to flawlessly perform her show. Eyes from all the men in the room remain on Thalia as she turns toward the mirrored shelves. I bite the inside of my cheek to check my composure. Being here is a bad idea, but I’m so glad I came.
“So, what does Ashley have going on tonight?” Lee asks after he takes a sip from his drink. The ice hits the side of the glass as he moves it towards his lips. Suddenly, my trance is disrupted by him with his nonsensical inquiry. Lee never liked Ashley, and he isn’t shy about letting me know. Not through words, necessarily, but in his blunt way. His tone and his whole demeanor change every time she’s brought up.
“Who?” My gaze stays on Thalia with my glass in hand.
“Ahh, I see. You guys get in a fight or something?”
“No. No fight, just the same boring shit every day. Right now, as far as I know, she’s just out with her friends. I think she said they were getting drinks or something after her tennis lesson.”
“Oh, so you think she’s fucking someone else, is what you’re telling me.” He pauses and takes a drink. “You think it’s the tennis instructor? Or maybe one of her friends?” He responds without looking up. He isn’t wrong, I am sure of it. She spends a lot of time playing tennis, not returning until hours later.
It’s the little things you start to notice. The over-explaining of where she’s going, the excessive use of her phone notifications, and the way she moves when I get closer to her. It feels like an uncomfortable reflex. The truth is, I care about Ashley, but not enough to do anything about it. Our marriage has been more out of convenience from the start. If our marriage were like any of the ones I’ve seen in the circles our families traveled in, I am certain history will repeat itself. I shrug and take a drink of my Old Fashioned.
“That’s exactly what I think. Yet here I am.” I set my glass down gently on the bar.
“When do you think she’ll be home?” I look down at my phone.Oh, look, no new messages. I’m not surprised.
“I don’t have any idea.” My attention goes back to why I came here in the first place: Thalia. She is like a portrait, and I am an art connoisseur looking for another piece to add to my collection. She glances every few minutes at me and Lee. I can’t help but smile when I catch her.I’ve gotten your attention, Listener, and I’m not letting go anytime soon.Each time she looks down at the baror fidgets with the neckline of her shirt. She pulls it in a way that makes my eyes dart towards her chest.A sly little vixen…
“What do you think of Thalia?” Lee turns to ask. If only he knew that I was already trapped inside the web of a woman I had only seen aglimpseof. I am willing to do whatever I need to do just to keep seeing these small moments.
“I think she’s…” There are so many things I can say. To make it short, I think she is the most interesting person I have ever seen. I could watch her for hours and happily not look away.
“Are you guys doing okay over here?” Thalia walks over from her other patrons. Again with her tattered rag, wiping down the bar. She leans over just the right way. Her exposed cleavage is enough to make me salivate. Her silver chain falls just past the neckline. The shine from the tiny “T” charm catches my attention. I imagine the charm dangling from her neck and capturing it in my teeth while she rides on top of my lap.
I swallow hard when she looks up at me with her hazel eyes. My mind immediately goes to the fantasy of bending her over and fucking her up against this bar, imagining how her beautiful face contorts when she comes on my dick. Such a sexy vision of her staring at me in the reflection of the mirrored shelves behind her.Fuck, she’s only cleaning, and all I can picture is how good she must feel.
“We’re doing great, Sweetheart.” Lee winks as he brings his nearly empty glass to his lips.
“And you?” Her voice is low, and she sounds like she's out of breath. I can’t tell if it was intentional, but I don’t want her to stop.
“Fantastic,” I answer. “Do you think I could have one last drink for the night? The one you made earlier wasperfect.”Her red lips part only slightly, but it only makes me want to take them into mine.
She takes my glass, our fingertips brushing with the motion.I shouldn’t be here, but I don’t want this to stop.
