“Mum’s planning to come up at the end of the month. She said she’d be here the Friday evening before the next home game against Bristol FC. She’ll drive up after Bingo.”
“I can get her train tickets. She shouldn’t be driving all that way,” I said, though my attention was on the beautiful woman at the bar. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed her. I saw the typical elbow nudging and eye fucking going on between the lads as she waited, oblivious to it all.
“Well, you know Mum, she’ll do things her own way—”
“You want another glass of wine?” I asked, interrupting her. I didn’t wait for an answer; I got to my feet and made my way towards the bar.
Morgan was leaning against the bar, her legs crossed at the ankle. She was wearing a knee length skirt that showed off well-formed calves.
I remembered those legs spread wide, her head thrown back.
Thank god beer goggles hadn’t clouded my memory, because Morgan was sexy without being over the top. Nice curves. Excellent tits. Fantastic arse.
Damn, I had done good.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I said softly into her ear when I was close enough.
She startled and turned, her head knocking into my chin with enough force to make me wince.
“Bloody hell!” I rubbed my chin.
“Maybe you should give a lady some room to move,” she snapped, holding her hand to the back of her head.
“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching out to touch her arm. To make a move. I put on my best smile. Women ate that shit up.
She side stepped me, her eyes skittering away from my face, not even taking the time to appreciate my incredible smile that was just for her.
“I’m fine. Thanks.” She tapped her foot impatiently, trying to wave down Doug the bartender. “What does a person have to do to get a drink around here?”
“Here, let me take care of you.” I smacked my hand on the bar a few times to get Doug’s attention. He rushed over eagerly.
“Sorry, Lucas, what can I get you?”
I turned to Morgan who didn’t seem all that impressed. “It’s the lady that needs to order.” I tried smiling again. It had to work. It always worked.
She pressed her mouth into a thin line.
It wasn’t working.
“What do you want, love?”
She cleared her throat, taking another step away from me. She was treating me as if I smelled bad. I surreptitiously gave myself a sniff, just to be sure. “I’ll have a lime and soda.”
Doug rushed to get her drink.
“You just have to know the right people,” I joked, winking at her. She stared back at me nonplussed.
“Uh. I’m Lucas Bradley—”
“I know who you are. We’ve met already,” she replied dryly, turning away from me.
“I remember,” I said smoothly.
Morgan raised her eyebrow but otherwise didn’t respond. Nor did she look at me. What was this woman’s problem?
Okay so the suave playboy act wasn’t cutting it. I guess it was time to put the douche moves to a rest. “Actually, I’m glad I got to see you again. I wanted to thank you for your help on Friday.”
“Sure. You’re welcome. No problem.” She didn’t smile. Hell, she wasn’t even trying to be pleasant. “Though I suppose no good deed goes unpunished right?”
