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She’s trying to be seductive, but this woman is vile, and I wish she would simply fuck off. She is saying everything right in front of Gracie, who, right now, I’m sure, is insulted. And I don’t want anyone hurting or upsetting her.
My hand is still on hers, and really, I should remove it, but I can’t seem to make myself.
I’ve had enough, and my blood is pumping harder in my ears. I speak through gritted teeth. “That’s untrue, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to be left alone.”
Sandy huffs before pushing out her chest and storming off, probably to annoy some other fucker for the night. But maybe with their beer goggles, she will be more appealing.
I return to face Gracie, who smiles at me before slipping her hand out from under mine so she can return to work. A flash of disappointment hits me from the loss of contact, feeling cold and empty.
The question I tried to ask earlier enters my mind once more, and I am desperate to know. I lean forward, lacing my fingers before me on the counter. Watching the way she peeks up at me from under her dark lashes and the way she bites her plump lip has me shifting in my seat, and fuck it. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I ask, keeping my voice low and firm away from prying patrons.
Her eyes widen as she peers around with a slackened mouth before returning to my gaze, and she responds with a knowing smile, “No.”
A hum vibrates through my chest at her answer.
This woman is piquing my interest, but should her age deter me? Twenty-six is an age that she knows what she wants, but there are still twelve years between us, so maybe it’s too much. Why am I even thinking this way? I never said I would act on my desire. Even with the way my body reacts to her, I won’t give in. I just came in for an hour and planned to watch her from afar and have a brief conversation before I leave again.
But tonight is the first time I have stayed longer than usual. And it seems I chose a busy night, with the bartenders moving nonstop. A noise in front of me brings my attention back just as she lowers another drink down in front of me, and she smiles before moving to serve another customer.
“Gracie,” I say.
She turns to me, and I smirk, loving the sound of her name rolling off my tongue. Her brow raises in question.
“Could I order some food? My flight’s delayed.” I should be more upset by this turn of events, as usually it would piss me off, but having more time with her is a secret blessing. It’s only two hours, so what’s the harm? And with that time, I can ask her more questions and watch her move in that little outfit.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” The way she looks at me and her genuine sadness causes my dick to twitch.
“I’m not. At least I’ll have great company.” My smirk widens when I see the wheels turning in her head.
“You will. Where were you headed?” She leans over the counter, and I can’t help but run my gaze over her sinful curves again, her full breasts taunting me. I drop my gaze lower, admiring the dips in her waist, and then slowly make my way to her exquisite face again. She gives me a wide grin and an appreciative look of her own. I’ve never worried about what a woman thinks of me, but I hope she likes what she sees.
She seems more relaxed and confident around me now, giving me a side I haven’t seen yet. I want to get to know more.
“New York,” I reply.
“Is that where you live?” she gushes with a beaming expression.
“It is.”
She pushes off the counter. “Oh, I need to grab you a menu. At this hour, it’s bar food only, sorry.”
“I’ll take anything.”
She reaches down and hands me a menu.
“Can you recommend anything?” I ask as I scan it over.
She leans forward and points to the nachos and hot wings.
“These are crowd favorites.”
I stare at her finger, noting her red painted nails. They’d look great leaving scratch marks on my back.
Scanning the rest of the menu before looking back up, I say, “I can’t go past the crowd favorite, can I? I’ll get the nachos and hot wings.” And hopefully, I won’t get food poisoning, except it might be a good way out of lunch with my ex tomorrow.
“Good choice. Are you going to eat them here or at a table?”
I pay and look around. A bit of the crowd has cleared and there is a table near the TV, but wanting to watch her more wins out, so I decide to stay where I am, and hope Sandy doesn’t come back.
