Something soft brushed against his shoulder. He looked over in time to see Zoe’s little balled-up fist sail through the air and land against his shoulder, although he barely felt it, he figured telling her that would only come as a challenge to his little tenant.
“Stop doing that!” she hissed, glaring at him.
“Doing what?” Trevor asked, giving the platinum blonde that had been flirting with him from across the room a subtle shake of his head as she started to approach him. Although she was gorgeous and he normally wouldn’t mind losing himself in a woman like her for a night, he couldn’t leave Zoe alone. With her mouth and determination, she was going to find herself in a lot of trouble.
“Coming between me and sex,” Zoe stated with a sigh. “I have a really good plan and if you’d just go sit over there,” she said, leaning closer to him and in the process pressing her large, soft breasts against his arm as she pointed around him towards an empty seat at the other end of the bar, “I could get on with it.”
He nearly groaned when she pulled her breasts away from him and demanded that she put them back. They had been soft and comforting, damn it! Somehow, he forced his thoughts away from her selfish little act of taking them away and focused on the problem at hand, a drunk Zoe.
“You’re really determined to do this, aren’t you?” Trevor asked, noting the way she scanned the crowd almost desperately.
“Five years, Trevor. Five long years,” Zoe said with a pout as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get the bartender’s attention. When it became painfully obvious that the bartender wasn’t going to serve her, at least not while Trevor was there, Zoe gave up and went back to scanning the crowd, which he had to admit was pretty fucking insulting.
What the hell was wrong with him? Trevor had to wonder when she didn’t spare him a glance. He was a fucking Bradford for Christ’s sakes. Bradford men were known for being studs and this small, normally plain woman couldn’t be bothered with trying to get him into bed when she was clearly desperate for it was really fucking insulting.
“Can you imagine going five years without sex?” Zoe asked, breaking into his thoughts.
He thought it over for a moment. It had been a long time since he had sex, a year? Year and a half? That was pretty bad, but five years? He’d sooner starve to death than go without sex for that long.
Zoe took his grimace as agreement. “Exactly. Now,” she said, straightening up in her seat and giving her breasts a slight push up to put them on display, making his mouth go bone-dry within seconds, “if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to rectify that problem.”
He sighed heavily as she stood up, wobbled, and took a step towards the crowd. She didn’t make it far before he had his arm around her and was steering her towards the exit sign, resigning himself to putting off his own plans for another night so he could play nursemaid to his drunk tenant hell-bent on having sex.
“Trevor? Where the hell are you going?” he heard Hank yell over the loud crowd and music, but he just ignored the prick.
He still couldn’t believe the man thought he’d be interested in any of those bar bunnies. When he’d realized his night was shot and he had to look forward to putting up with Hank acting like they were best friends and women who grossed him out hanging all over him, he’d decided to leave and try another bar, but then, he’d spotted Zoe sitting all by herself, looking so damn pretty that he swore his heart actually skipped a beat.
Even from across the room, he’d been able to tell that she wasn’t wearing any makeup, but he hadn’t cared. When he realized that she was actually making him drool, he realized that he needed to haul his ass out of there, but then, he’d spotted the asshole sauntering up to her and he knew that he couldn’t leave her alone to fend for herself.
He was too damn giving, Trevor thought as he stopped her from pulling away from his side and steered her back towards the door.
“Oh,” Zoe said, stumbling by his side. “Are we going to find someone to have sex with me outside?”
Trevor gave her shoulder a patronizing squeeze. “We sure are.”
She sighed contently. “Good. Just make sure he likes oral sex because I really miss doing that for a man,” she announced, making him stumble.
This was going to be a long fucking night, Trevor decided five minutes later after he somehow managed to convince Zoe that if she wanted to have sex that she had to get in his truck.
“Hey, you lied!” Zoe gasped as they pulled out of the parking lot.
“Took you long enough,” Trevor mumbled, wondering when she’d be a good little girl and pass out and put him out of his misery. All this talk about Zoe having sex and giving blowjobs was killing him.
“Now, I don’t feel bad,” she said, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest as she did her best to glare at him.
“About what?” Trevor asked absently, not in the mood for any drunken rambling tonight.
“About lying to you,” she said, making his eyebrows arch.
“You lied to me?” Trevor asked, stunned, not because she lied to him, well he was, but that she’d managed to do it without giving herself away. She was a horrible little liar, after all.
“Mmmhmm,” Zoe mumbled, already starting to lose interest in him and this conversation as she turned her attention to playing with his radio. He placed his hand over hers and stopped the already annoying channel surfing.
“What did you lie about?” Trevor asked, wondering if she would actually admit to something or if this was just alcohol-induced bullshit.
“The book series we’re reading. It doesn’t have any sex in them until the last book and even then, it’s only really hinted at,” she said, surprising the hell out of him.
“You bitch!” he hissed but couldn’t help but laugh.
