Malia owed me big time.
I finished off the last of my beer and settled up my tab. As I stood to leave, turning to slip on my jacket, a familiar scent and voice hit me all at once.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly to the bartender as she plopped onto the stool and crossed her legs. “A shot of tequila with lime and salt please and a glass of red to follow up.”
“You got it, Z.” The bartender said.
I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
No. I wasn’t.
It was really her.
Zola. The hairdresser from yesterday.
The bartender called her Z. Was she a regular here?
I shrugged my jacket back off and sat down. “Hey you.”
Zola turned her head, noticing me for the first time, and her eyes widened, her mouth forming a small o-shaped circle. “Mateo? Hi!” She breathed, a large smile crossing her face.
When she landed in the seat beside me, I thought I was dreaming. But there she was, as if it were fate. Kismet. A line up of the stars.
“Hi. Nice seeing you here.” I smiled back, my night suddenly looking up.
“When it’s been a long week, I stop in on Friday nights for a drink before heading home. Thankfully, my mom watches my daughter on Fridays as I always worked late, so she doesn’t mind when I stop.”
Okay, so not technically a regular.
“You’re lucky. It’s nice to have help when raising kids.” Man, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and her blue eyes shone under the dim bar lights. She didn’t look older than her twenties, but her daughter was eight, leaving me to wonder if she was in her thirties or did she have a baby in her teens?
It didn’t matter.
Nothing did. Not when it came to her.
It never would.
She could tell me anything, and I’d accept it.
Iwantedher.
“It sure is.” Her drinks arrived, and she thanked the bartender before pulling them closer to her. She licked the skin on the back of her hand and shook salt on it.
My dick twitched.
It was hot as fuck.
Her tongue darted out again, swiping the salt off the back of her hand, downing the shot with the other hand, and quickly slamming the glass down before grabbing the lime slice and shoving it in her mouth. Her face grimaced as she got the heavy liquor and tart fruit down.
“Impressive,” I teased. Inside, I was fucking turned on. Horny as fuck. Hornier than I’d felt in a really long, long time.
There’s no way I’d resist her for much longer.
I signaled to the bartender for another beer before turning towards Zola. “How about one more shot? With me?”
Zola laughed. “I wish. But I gotta drive myself home. A shot and a glass of wine is my limit.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
