She looked him over and noted the styled short hair, which, if she was going to be honest, she’d admit that she liked the way his hair looked after a long day of work when it was all messy. His shirt was nice, dark blue and fit him just right, showing his muscular build off to perfection along with his dark pants. She sighed happily when she caught the scent of his delectable cologne.
The man was simply delicious. Deliciously cute, Zoe thought, fighting back a giggle as she finished off her drink and reached for her new one. Had she paid the bartender? She wasn’t sure, so she pulled out another ten and handed it to him as he walked past, earning another wink. Where Trevor was all hotness mixed with a bit of cuteness, the bartender was adorable mixed with cuteness.
Wait...
Wasn’t cuteness and adorable the same thing?
It didn’t matter, Zoe decided a minute later when she started sipping her new drink, which in her mind was even more delicious than the previous...umm, well, it didn’t matter how many previous drinks she’d had, because this one was by far the yummiest.
“Zoe? What the hell are you doing here?” Trevor, the hot cutie pie, demanded once again.
“Probably for the same reason that you’re here,” Zoe said, taking another sip of her drink and wondering if she could start drinking screwdrivers for breakfast since orange juice was a breakfast drink and vodka was made from grains. It would be her fun, delicious, healthy breakfast drink, she decided.
“And that is...” Trevor prompted, pulling her out of her happy thoughts and back to the task at hand.
She threw a wink at the bartender that made the happy drinks and answered, “To have sex.”
Chapter 14
Trevor was so busy running an appreciative eye over his little tenant that he nearly missed what she’d said. When her words registered, he decided that he’d simply misheard her over all the noise.
“What?” Trevor asked, leaning back slightly so that he could run his eyes over her floral skirt encased ass. Holy hell, she had a great ass, he thought, taking a sip of his beer and nearly choking on it when she repeated her answer.
“I need sex,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone that clearly caught the attention of several men around them. One murderous glare from him had them losing interest in Zoe real damn fast.
“What the hell are you drinking?” Trevor demanded, already knowing alcohol was to blame for his normally reasonable tenant’s temporary insanity. He stole the drink from her hand and took a sip.
“Hey! That’s my yummy diet drink!” Zoe cried, trying to grab the drink back from him.
He easily avoided her mad grabs. He cringed as the taste of hard liquor hit him. Holy shit, whoever made this didn’t know anything about mixing drinks. This drink had to be more than half vodka. He caught the attention of the bartender and handed the half-empty drink over to him.
“Hey! That’s mine!” Zoe grumbled, making an attempt to reach for the drink, but the bartender was already gone. She sighed heavily as she watched the bartender dump her drink down the sink.
“Is he going to make me another yummy diet drink?” Zoe asked, sounding so damn hopeful that he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I don’t think so,” Trevor said, still smiling.
She scrunched up her face adorably. “Damn.”
“How many drinks have you had?” Trevor asked, moving his beer away from Zoe as her sneaky little hand tried to steal it.
“I don’t know,” she said, scrunching up her face adorably in thought, “I lost count after the third one.”
“And how long have you been here?” he asked, already having a rough idea.
“About an hour,” she said, running her eyes around the bar and looking slightly distraught. “This is taking a lot longer than I thought it would,” she confessed, making another half-assed attempt to steal his drink.
“What is?”
“Finding a man to have sex with,” Zoe said with a lazy shrug as if her announcement was no big deal.
For a moment, he could only stare at her in wonder. “You really came to a bar to have sex?”
She snorted out a small giggle, rolling her eyes. “No, silly, I wasn’t planning on having sex at the bar,” she said as if he were crazy. A few seconds later, her lips pursed up thoughtfully. “Although I’ve never had sex in a bar and that does sound kind of fun,” she admitted, shocking the hell out of him. Not because she thought having sex in a bar was fun, it was, but the fact that she was speaking to him so bluntly.
“I couldn’t help but overhear your dilemma,” a man sporting a goatee and a wedding band said as he sauntered up to Zoe. “Maybe I can-”
Trevor leveled a glare on the man that had him stumbling to a halt and practically running away a second later.
