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"I'll...I'll have the rosé." Great, now I stutter.
"I'll bring you a glass. I'm Jax, by the way, so just yell for me across the room."
Jax? Like fromSons of Anarchy? It fits. I’d bet he’d look so good in a motorcycle jacket or parading around naked.
He turns back around and heads my way. He's smiling and mouth-watering andoh dear God. I pinch myself just in time for him to put the flute in front of me. His fingers don't move from the delicate stem of the glass. They're three times as wide. He slides them down to the base and pushes the cup my way.
A shiver runs down my arm and I can't look at him. He’d see everything I’m thinking. "Thank you. You can add it to my tab. Room six-twenty."
"Okay. Let me know if you like it."
I nod but my gaze is still on his hands. He doesn't move away. He lingers, and I know he's looking at me but I can't figure out why. I glance up, and yes, I was right. He's there like he's waiting for me and I probably should get the hell out of here now. I haven't looked at a man like this in the past six years.
"You want anything else?" His voice is soft and I could swear it’s suggestive. My first inclination is to ask,like your dick? Thank God my good sense kicks in and I don’t say it. But, I'm horrified. That’s so not me. I'm also wet, like I haven't been in forever.What the hell is wrong with me?
I need to get a grip. Anyway, I'm so not his type and he's just being a good bartender. Being nice to the bitchy lady, so she can give him a fat tip.
"I'm fine for now, thank you."Yes, keep it quick, PG, PC, out of the gutter.
"Okay," he says but is still staring. "Yell out if you need me."
He walks away and I’m left to stare at the rosé, not his perfect backside.
My phone vibrates with a message from Sierra.You up? Just sent David’s ass home.
Sisi, U didn't have to. I don't want you to have problems with Edwin because of me.
She replies in less than a minute.Fuck that, it's my house. Edwin can go too, if he doesn't like it.
My sister never shed her bad-bitch attitude. She has always done what she wanted, not caring what our mom or the family said. She never took shit from men and everything in relationships was on her terms. Until she got pregnant and had to get married. That's when everything and everyone found their way inside her head. They convinced her she had to be a mother first and a wife second, even if your husband was a cheating asshole who was banging some chick in the park while you were on pregnancy bedrest.
It forced her into early labor. I held her hand through twenty hours of pain and heartbreak tears, suppressing the urge to kill my brother-in-law who had “the right” to be there.
David had sworn that day it would never be us. He'd never cheat and just tell me if he wanted to go his own way. He’d had tears in his eyes as he promised. I guess it was hard to keep hoochies on the side while having to pay rent and support a household. He needed the boring wife with the three-figure salary who took care of the bills, so he could spend his money on strippers and skanks and screw them in sleazy motels.
"You don't like it?"
I look up to find Jax there. I power through the wave of steam that engulfs my face. "I do."
He shakes his head slowly. "You're not a good liar. You haven't even tasted it."
I laugh a little. "It's just…champagne is my usual. I'm not feeling the usual tonight."
He leans on the counter. "I get that. Sometimes—"
"Hey, Jax, can we get another?" Skunky yells from the other side of the bar.
He shoots me an apologetic smile. "I'll refill her and bring you something else."
My screen is flashing. Ten more digits added over David's name.Please call me back. He's texted me fifty-eight times in a row now. The preview of the last one cuts off atI love…and my mind fills in the blank with the wordskanks.
I ignore it like I did the thirty missed calls and check out Sisi’s newest one.
Sorry, one of the kids woke up. Do you want me to call you?
I shake my head like she can see me.No, I'm at the hotel bar. Came to have a drink.
Ohhhhh, you should pick up the bartender.A wonky-eyed-with-tongue-out face emoji follows her reply. But my body doesn't get it's a joke. It conjures visions of Jax's big hands cupping my ass and pulling me up to meet his hips. A pang of craving assaults my belly.
