“It’s rude to stare,” she said, finally turning to look at me. She gave me a wink and my jeans tightened even more. Her eyes connected with mine and her tongue darted out across her mouth. Damn, her eyes were so light that they were almost clear. Like glass, with just the faintest of blue in them.
The guy between us looked between her and me, his eyes going wide when he saw the size of me compared to her. I was easily twice her size. I could pick her up with one arm and carry her around like a little puppy if I wanted.
“Not sure how that’s supposed to work,” he slurred, and both of our gazes fell to him. He held his hands up in surrender and chuckled, no idea of the imminent danger he was in. And not just from me kicking his ass, but from her too. “Sorry, just saying.”
“Move,” I barked, and he slid backwards off his stool and stumbled away.
The barman came to stand in front of Nancy. “What’ll it be?”
“A pitcher and three fireballs,” she said, tearing her gaze away from mine and leaving me practically panting for one more look from her. What the fuck was happening to me?
“Make it four and a beer for me,” I said, cutting in.
“Presumptuous,” she replied. Her gaze moved over my body like she was marking me with her stare, cutting and pasting parts of me and putting them into the boxes that fit her world perfectly. Or maybe making a point as to why I didn’t fit in her world. Either way, I was unperturbed.
“Maybe. Or maybe I just know what I like, and I like what I see.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Whatever, glory boy.”
The barman put four shots on the bar, looking between us before shaking his head and starting to pour the beers. I looked down at my knuckles, curling my hands into fists.
“Not just glory, anger too,” I said with a wink, showing the words tattooed across both hands.
“Well, aren’t you the masculine one?” She laughed again, her blond curls bouncing around her face. “I guess I better be careful you don’t just throw me over your shoulder and take me back to your cave, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I replied sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. She was teasing, no doubt, but I didn’t miss the way she watched my mouth carefully.
“After you,” Nancy said with a small grin, nodding toward the shots and pushing one toward me.
“How about we go together? I never like to finish before my woman,” I replied, pushing a shot toward her. I cocked an eyebrow, my dick hardening as she let out a small laugh. I picked up my shot and she did the same.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, “I always make sure I come first.” It was her turn to wink now and I practically came in my Levi’s as I barked out a loud laugh. “On one?”
“How about on three? I don’t like to dive straight into the good stuff, you know.” I let a smile lift at the corner of my mouth, and if I didn’t know any better I wouldn’t have sworn that she blushed. “I prefer the slow buildup.”
“I just bet you do.” She licked her lips again. “Fine, on three. One, two—”
“Three,” I finished.
The barman put down two beers and turned to pour the other two as Nancy and I threw the shots to the backs of our throats at the same time, our gazes never leaving one another. I pushed the other one toward her.
“Another?”
“Sure.” It was her turn to cock an eyebrow at me. “What’s your name then, Mister Glory and Anger?”
I chuckled. “Sketch.”
“Just Sketch?”
“Yeah, just Sketch.” I nodded. “And you’re Nancy, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Just Nancy?” I smarted.
She laughed and it was stunning. “Well, just Sketch, if you must know, my name is Nancy Judith Evie Alexandrea California. Name’s a little longer than yours.” She lifted another shot glass to her lips and threw it back as I did the same and then we both slammed our glasses down at the same time.
“Fuck me, that’s a mouthful,” I laughed.
