“She sells honey?” Seems like such a random thing to sell, but in this town, nothing surprises me.
“She’s a beekeeper,” Jason says as Alden strolls toward Cece and Addison’s table. “It’s fuck hot. He really did hit the jackpot.”
The other female at the table is the one I can’t stop thinking isfuck hot. This thought bubble has barely popped from overhead before I see her leaning over the bar just to the left of us. Her sweet tits are straining against the fabric of her bright blue top. They’re almost too perfect.
Why is this girl at the bar?I think the cocktail waitress has delivered about ten drinks to their table from hopeful men wanting an in. It wouldn’t surprise me to see this sassy little number ignore all of them, strolling up here to order a completely different concoction if nothing more than to show everyone how unimpressed she is.
The bartender gives her a basket of pretzels and a wink. Watching my makeshift television in front of me, my heart rate picks up as she heads our way, leaning in to give Jason a quick peck on the cheek before returning to her table.Hell. I don’t even get a hello?
Staring back at my reflection, I practically flip myself the finger. Why am I getting irritated?You want zero to do with this temptation, Trevor. Zero. Nothing but trouble, remember?I look over my shoulder, scanning the bar. There has to be one semi-attractive woman here who doesn’t look like a clinger.
My gaze lands on Cece and Alden, and I realize Addy’s no longer at the table. My eyes flick about until they spot her standing at the end of the bar. A large muscular man is aggressively holding her elbow as he speaks to her. Her face looks… what? Irritated? Pained? What’s he saying to her to cause this strong willed woman to have such a pensive expression?
I take a sip of my beer, scanning the room to see if her friends are watching the interaction unfold. Yet, Jason is speaking with an older guy who’s just entered the place, and the other guys are in the corner playing pool. Is anyone here going to step in?
Glancing back in her direction, I realize now her face is red. She appears to be trying to withdraw her arm from his clutches.What the fuck?Am I reading this right? This feisty woman can surely defend herself from unwanted advances.Right?
Addison’s other hand reaches over, attempting to unfurl his grasp from her arm, and my frayed indecision finally snaps. That’s it. I can ask for forgiveness later.
“Come on, doll. You know you miss it.”
“Hey,” I say, pulling her to my side. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You promised me a drink.”
Stunned, Addison peers up at me, eyes wide.
Come on, sassy pants, play along.
“You’ve probably forgotten. Last weekend, at Sam’s party. You said you owed me a drink.” I nod, hoping she’ll join me in this charade.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Her voice sounds tremulous. This is definitely not the ballbuster I met the other night. My spine stiffens. Who is this guy? And what’s he done to her to cause her to cower like this?
“You were so busy with all of your friends. It’s no wonder you forgot.” I force a laugh. This asshole still has his hands on her, and I’m about to fucking lose it. “Sorry to interrupt,” I lie. I reach over with my left hand, so he’ll have to shake with the arm currently restraining his unwilling companion. “I’m Trevor. Just moved here.”
Dropping his hold on her, he extends his left arm. I take the opportunity to pull her closer and away from this fucktard. “Yeah. Marcus,” he responds without a hint of genuine interest. He finally shifts his gaze from Addy to me, appearing to size me up.
“You got a drink for me?” I ask her, trying to push this conversation along so I can get her away from this neanderthal.
“Uh, yeah. Several. Come with me.” She lets out a flat snicker. Her laugh is hollow, not the carefree merriment from the other night. This only makes my jaw tighten further.
Dropping my arm from around her waist, I follow her to the table covered in various cocktails. The act is now over. I can’t continue staying this close to her. It’s bad enough I’ve been obsessing over this woman since I got here. Now I’m going to replay the scent of cupcakes as I jack off to her at night.
Addison waves her open palm in front of the drinks, silently offering me to choose. I have no idea what I’m looking at, but pick up one that looks to be a vodka tonic.
“Does this happen every time you go out?”
“No. We didn’t date long. He’s a dick. But you saw that.” She tucks her hair nervously behind her ear. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“You’re welcome. But I meant this,” I answer, pointing toward the cocktail collection.
“Oh.” She giggles.Fuck that sound.My dick just woke back up. “Sometimes.” She shrugs her shoulders playfully as if she doesn’t think it’s a big deal. The fact she doesn’t take this or her magnificent looks seriously is a real turn-on. Hell, Ashley would be making sure everyone in the bar knew who the star of the show was.
“Well, thanks for the drink.” I tip my chin in her direction before returning to the bar. Hmmm. Gin, not vodka. Close.
“What was that about?” Jason prods.
“I wasn’t sure. That Marcus dude was man-handling Addison. It rubbed me the wrong way.”
He shakes his head in disgust. “That guy’s a roid-filled asshat. Think too many days in the gym have fried his pea-sized brain.”
