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Stefan
After the smooth burn of my first sip settles its way to my stomach, I feel my entire body relax. My eyes roam the scene as I mentally tally who is in Hal’s Corner tonight. Hmm, no one at all. Well, maybe her over there with the short hair. It’s too dimly lit to see her well enough across the room, and I’m too bored to justify approaching her. The likelihood that she’ll interest me is low at best.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of tires on wet pavement signaling the door has been opened. I turn slightly, just enough to look over my shoulder. Mm. Entertainment. My next sip hits the back of my throat as I watch her come through the door over the rim of my glass.
Her face, slim and angelic, is set in an impassive mask. Her hazel eyes flash fire, and her shoulders are set back as she crosses the bar past the pool tables to settle in a bar stool two down from me. Every other male eye in the place is fixed on her. Her long dark hair swings back and forth as she gets comfortable. Her audible sigh sounds tired and relieved. I watch her out of the corner of my eye cross one long leg over the other. Her creamy skin’s smoothness looks as if it would feel so good against mine. Her nails, manicured and shaped into claws, are glossy red and grip the bottom of her dress to work it down her legs when it rides up.
I listen to the drink she orders, smiling at the way she talks to the kid bartender. The guy seems unbothered. Maybe she comes in here a lot. I’m surprised I’ve never seen her before. Maybe I slept with her already. Not likely. I’d never forget someone like her. The kid called her Lily. Pretty name for a pretty lady.
The tight set of her plump lips makes me wonder what kind of day she’s had to leave her so grouchy. A mental image of those same lips colored red and spread around my dick has me moving to adjust my pants. I hear the tapping of her claws on the wooden bar as she impatiently waits for her drink. Everything about her is commanding. Very interesting.
I notice some old fat guy leaves his booth at the same time Dennis sets the drink in front of her. Old fat guy has his eyes trained on Lily. The way her lips part just slightly as she sips her drink has me picturing so many different things at once in so many different positions. She has a pair of the prettiest damn lips I’ve ever seen in my life.
It’s hard to pretend to ignore the exchange between her and the old fat guy, so I don’t. Plus, everyone else in the place is staring at the two of them. I don’t even bother silencing my laughter at how red in the face the man is getting as he learns she has no intention of going out with him. Well, she will if he has the money for it, apparently.
Her hazel eyes sparkle with something close to hatred as she maintains a gorgeous smile that appears endearing. That’s a lot of anger for a girl to have just from being hit on in a bar. She can’t have come in here expecting not to get hit on. If looks could kill… I’ll be damned if my curiosity isn’t sparked. I want to know why she’s so hostile.
Old fat guy isn’t exactly the kind of person with whom I’d see her. I wonder if she’ll be more partial to spending her night with me. She’ll feel better when I fuck all of that attitude out of her. I’ll make sure to leave her purring, though the sex will most likely be vanilla.
I bite back a smile when the old fat guy storms away, his face damn near purple now. Her anger’s simmering heat radiates down to me, and I have to adjust my pants again. Fuck, they’re getting tight now.
“That was entertaining,” I say, just loud enough for her to hear. With that last sip, my drink is finished. I had no intention of getting another, but that was before she came in. I feel her eyes on me, so I turn halfway to meet them. Her scowl darkens slightly as the faintest blush feathers her cheeks. I have to make an effort to keep my eyes on hers instead of dropping down to her plump lips or even better, that hint of cleavage I can see now that she’s facing me.
“Happy to hear it,” she grumbles before sipping her drink.
“Is that really how much it costs to take you out?” I ask, watching the way her throat moves as she swallows hard. I can imagine that same throat choking and gagging around something else. I take a deep breath, turning my body ever so slightly to hide the prominent bulge in my pants.
“Depends on how annoyed I am,” she says angrily. I laugh quietly. If she spends the night with me, she won’t be annoyed for long. She won’t be able to think long enough to be annoyed by anything.
“Say I match that price, the one you gave to our angry little friend back there, does Saturday morning sound good?” There’s nothing like morning sex before breakfast. I hear it’s better than coffee. Though, I know she’s not going to go for that.
“For a man like you, I’d double that price,” she replies.
“Mm,” I mutter, feeling my smirk grow into a smile when her blush deepens. I wonder if that’s because of me or her drink.
“Listen,” she says, exhaling slowly after finishing her drink. “I’m not looking to date right now, okay?”
My eyebrow lifts as I smirk again.
“Who said anything about dating?” I say, getting the kid bartender’s attention for another drink. I don’t need a date to make her scream my name. A date will only bore me anyway. Even if I wanted to date, I'll have a hell of a time making room in my schedule for it. I feel her eyes on me, and I turn in time to see her look at her empty glass, my glass, and then her glass again. I bite my lip to hide my smile. Seems like she’s used to being catered to.
“What the hell does that mean?” she snaps, sounding a tad angrier than she was before. I shrug, watching her closely as her blush deepens. Damn, she’s beautiful.
“Maybe I just want company,” I say, sipping my drink. Her company. Her company for hours and hours. She orders another drink before narrowing her eyes at me.
“Maybe I don’t feel like being your company,” she replies icily.
Mm, she’s getting me so fucking hard, and she’s not even doing anything. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve been with someone. I try and fail to fathom why she’s affecting me so deeply. I can’t help but stare at her mouth.
“All the same, what do you say?” I ask, watching the way she swallows. She can pretend all she wants. I know she’s tempted. I ignore the way she rolls her eyes and focus instead on the stiffness of her shoulders, the way she’s leaned into me whether she realizes or not, and the way she blushes more and more. I know I can get her, if I play my hand right. She grabs cash out of her purse and leaves it for the kid bartender.
“Fuck. No.” She enunciates the two syllables, before throwing back her drink, tossing the money on the bar, and storming out. My smile spreads wide as I try to hold back my laughter. The first woman that clearly wants me to tell me no…
Oh, yes. This one is mine.
