“Could I get another screwdriver?” she asked, smiling as she held up her empty glass.
“Sure thing,” he said, winking.
Zoe sighed contently as she turned on her barstool to scope out the crowd again, trying not to look desperate and doing a much better job than she had an hour ago, she thought, feeling surprisingly comfortable.
It was surprising that she could feel so relaxed with her breasts on display and wearing clothes that showed off her real figure without feeling awkward. No doubt it had something to do with the excellent music playing and the energy the crowd was giving off. The four screwdrivers she’d allowed herself to drink probably had something to do with it, but at the moment, she simply didn’t care.
Right now, she didn’t care that she wasn’t the skinniest woman at the bar or even the prettiest. It didn’t even matter that the only man in her life saw her as nothing more than a tenant to do his bidding or that in a week that man would probably break her heart by taking her precious puppy away. Hell, it didn’t even matter that each drink contained over two hundred calories, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t eaten all day, so she had plenty of calories to use. At this moment, everything was right with the world and she felt really good.
She was ready for the nonstop sex to begin.
“Here you go,” the bartender said with a delicious little smile that made Zoe even happier.
“Thank you,” she murmured, handing over a twenty and waving away the change. She picked up her drink and sipped it as she looked over the crowd, wondering what the best way to approach a man for sex was.
Her eyes landed on Trevor as he walked into the bar and she nearly sighed. He looked good, Zoe thought and judging by the way every woman in the bar seemed to stop what they were doing to look his way, she didn’t think she was the only one that thought so.
She raised her hand to wave to him only to stop mid-raise as she reminded herself that it wasn’t like that between them. They weren’t friends and the last thing she needed tonight was to look pathetic, well even more pathetic than coming to a bar alone to pick up a guy. For a minute, she sat there sipping her drink, discreetly watching as he approached the corner where several guys from work were hanging out.
While all the guys greeted him, the women looked him over hungrily. Not that she could blame them. He did look rather delicious tonight. Through narrowed eyes, she watched as that jerk that liked to make fat comments about her when he thought she couldn’t hear, approached Trevor with several women by his side. He wasn’t an attractive man, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he obviously put a lot of work and time into his appearance. His hair was over styled and she’d bet everything she had that his black designer tee-shirt was ironed along with his pants and she knew the large bulge in his pants had to be a rolled-up gym sock. The man was pathetic and a jerk and she was getting sick of his comments, but she kept her mouth shut only because she didn’t want to start any drama at work.
Obviously, Trevor liked the big jerk, Zoe thought as she watched him greet the women that the jerk practically shoved his way. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Trevor didn’t tell the jerk off or walk away from the women who looked like they’d been around the block one too many times.
Of course, nothing disappointed her more than when he looked up and met her eyes only to look away. Then again, it shouldn’t because they weren’t really friends, Zoe reminded herself, making a mental note to shortchange him on his lunch Monday morning. She forced herself to look away and focus back on the task at hand.
Having sex.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” a man with shoulder-length blonde hair and pretty grey eyes said as he took the stool next to hers and gestured for a beer. He looked clean and had the boy-next-door look going for him and would probably be a good choice to help get her over her sexual slump.
“Thank you,” Zoe said, feeling secretly pleased by the comment and attention. At least someone was happy to see her, she mused.
“Are you here with someone?” the man asked as he ran an assessing eye over her, pausing on her breasts.
She opened her mouth to answer only to have a familiar deep voice answer for her.
“She’s with me,” Trevor said, throwing his arm around her shoulders as he gave the man a pointed look.
The man opened his mouth, looking as though he wanted to argue, but quickly snapped his mouth shut as he took in Trevor’s large build. With a forced smile and a nod of farewell, the man grabbed his beer and walked away.
“You’re welcome,” Trevor said, taking the newly vacated seat next to her and signaled for a beer.
“Why the hell did you just do that?” Zoe hissed, watching the man hurry across the room towards a much prettier brunette. Great, now she’d have to figure out how to get another man to approach her, she thought, taking a sip of her very delicious drink.
“Because he was bothering you,” Trevor simply said, looking around as though he’d already dismissed her and he probably had, she thought, taking another large sip of her drink.
“He wasn’t bothering me.”
“No?” Trevor asked, sounding bored as he winked at a pretty blonde across the room. Even from this distance, Zoe could tell the blonde was giggling behind her hand and loving the attention.
Hmmm, perhaps that’s what she should do. If she spotted a man that she wouldn’t mind having sex with, she should wink or giggle or something to let him know that she was interested. Yes, that was a good plan, Zoe decided, but she should probably wait until after she had another drink to put her new plan into action.
She signaled for the cute bartender and pointed to her mostly empty drink and mouthed the words, “One more.” With a wink, the bartender did just that.
“What are you doing here, Zoe?” Trevor asked, not bothering to turn around on his stool to acknowledge her in any other way. “I thought you had a date,” he bit out, making Zoe frown.
If she had a date, she wouldn’t be stuck hitting a bar, trying to get picked up for sex. Hopefully really hot sex, but sex, nonetheless.
“Well?” Trevor demanded in that bossy tone of his that usually annoyed her, but for some reason, she found it really cute tonight.
