Had to get that last word in.
He started to text and then sent her a laughing emoji instead.
When a peach came back on his screen he tossed his phone on the desk.
He needed to cool down, not get heated back up.
He could see she was going to be a handful and found he was looking forward to it.
16
BEEN READY
On Saturday, Jocelyn looked in the mirror one more time at the jean skirt she had on.
He’d seen her in jeans, might as well give him something different.
The skirt wasn’t that short, longer than mid-thigh because she was on the short end.
Her shirt was long-sleeved, a peach color because she couldn’t resist, and tucked into the waist.
He didn’t know she was going to show up at the bar tonight while he was working, but she couldn’t stay away another day.
She grabbed her purse and left her condo, and got in the elevator with two other people.
“Hi, Jocelyn.”
“Betsy,” she said. The woman was a floor above her and always talked to her in the gym. She didn’t socialize with many in the building, but wouldn’t be a bitch either.
“You look pretty. Going out tonight?”
“Just getting a drink,” she said.
“Alone or meeting someone?” Betsy asked. Betsy had brought up in the past their cruising together to find some action.
She hadn’t wanted to find any action when she went out prior. Tonight was something different.
“Meeting up with someone,” she said. It was only a tiny lie.
“Have fun,” Betsy said.
The doors opened in the lobby. “I plan on it.”
She got to the pub fifteen minutes later, walked in the front door and was glad that Rhea wasn’t manning the hostess stand.
“Would you like a table?” the young hostess asked.
“I’m going to the bar, if there is a seat.”
The hostess moved over and looked around some. She was watching as Chance’s head popped up, his eyes connected with hers, his smirk widened, then nodded her over and pointed to the side of the bar.
“Well, hello there,” he said. “Come here often?”
She laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Only the pretty ones,” he said. His eyes traveled the length of what he could see from the bar, but she knew he’d scoped her out on the walk over. “Ginger ale and vodka?”
“Yes, please,” she said.
