“Then I get pissed at myself and kick myass.”
She stared at me, and a soft smile curved her gorgeous lips. “Creamsoda?”
She remembered; my dumbassvice.
“Yeah,” I said. “Creamsoda.”
“Hey. Have you ever had a Bartender’s CreamSoda?”
“The fuck isthat?”
“Oh, it’s so good.” She was waving her hand in the air, trying to get our server’s attention. “It’s got cherry whiskey and bananaliqueur…”
“Soundsdisgusting.”
Within a few minutes, we had two tall cocktails sitting in front of us. We sipped, and she wasright.
“Shit. That does taste like creamsoda.”
“I know. It’sdangerous.”
I watched her sip her drink, her gorgeous lips wrapped around the straw. They were red and shiny as fuck. I could’ve sworn she’d slathered on more lip gloss when she went to the ladies’room.
Lip gloss that saidInsert dickhere.
“You know, you really don’t have to get wasted to have sex with me,darlin’.”
“What?”
“Or do you?” I watched her sip her drink and gnaw on the straw a bit with a slight smile. “Am I thatbad?”
She laughed. “No, Jude. You’re not thatbad.”
“There something you need to tell me? Am I one of those guys who always hurts a girl or has no rhythm but no one ever tellshim?”
Her smile faded. “No. You’re notthat.”
“Good.”
“Drink,” shesaid.
“You don’t have to get me drunk either,” I told her. “Orhigh.”
“No?”
“All you’ve gotta do is say the word, and I’ll be your fuck buddy,V.”
“My fuckbuddy?”
“Yeah.”
“And what does that mean, exactly, in yourmind?”
“It means anytime you want it, whenever, wherever, you tell me, and I give it to you. No drama. No games. No boozenecessary.”
“Hmm,” shesaid.
Then her eyes darkened and her face flushed with a look that was pure sex, as whatever-the-fuck went through her mind… and my dickthrobbed.
