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I can’t help but watch her as she does her thing, and fucking hell, Aaron’s never been so right in his life. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her straight, dark hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, and bits of hair are flying around her face. She wears a tight black tank that stretches over her full tits and black jeans that curve around her ass, and I find myself mesmerized.
My eyes travel back up her body only to find her soft blue eyes staring right back at me, her brow arched as though irritated to find some asshole jock gawking over her body. Yet I can’t seem to find it in me to care. She’s fucking stunning . . . but those eyes. Goddamn, they’re drawing me in like a fucking siren.
A forced smile graces her lips as she tears her gaze away from mine and focuses on Shorty. “What can I get you boys?” she asks with a velvety voice, the loss of her stare making me feel as though I’ve just been shot straight through the chest.
“How about your name, sweetheart?” Shorty asks with a flirty wink.
I scoff. As if that bullshit is going to work on a girl like this. She’s probably been hit on a million times tonight already.
The girl gives a playful smile, and I realize it’s all for show. The more she plays along with her customer’s bullshit, the more likely she’ll be tipped. “I’m Charli,” she says, her gaze briefly shifting back to me before a slight blush creeps across her cheeks. “What can I get you?”
Shorty orders us all a round of beer, and I watch as she makes herself busy, grabbing three glasses from below the bar. “So, you guys are hockey players, huh?” she asks as she pours our drinks.
Aaron slaps on a panty-dropping grin. “Sure are, babe. Did you catch the game? We were on fire.”
“No,” she laughs, then indicates around her to prove her point. “I’ve sort of been busy tonight.”
I see the embarrassment in Aaron’s eyes as he realizes his mistake, and I can’t help but smirk at his idiocy. “What time do you get off?” Shorty asks, cutting off whatever Aaron was going to say to try and salvage his awful pickup.
“You boys are trouble,” Charli grins as she puts the glasses up on the bar for us to take, and once again those baby blues come back to me. I hold her stare captive as I reach into my pocket and pull out a twenty before handing it over. She takes it from me, her fingers brushing against mine and making the blush deepen in her cheeks as she holds my stare, unable to look away.
“Keep the change,” I tell her, dropping my gaze and releasing the hold between us. Grabbing my drink off the bar, I make my way back to the table through the rowdy customers.
“That chick was into you,” Shorty comments as we take our seats, looking slightly disappointed. “She was fucking ace. You should hit that.”
Glancing back at the bar, I watch as she busily fills her orders, unaware of just how fucked up that one brush of her fingers has got me. Shorty is right about one thing. Charli is ace. Actually, she’s more than fucking ace. She’s drop-dead gorgeous with the ability to bring a man to his knees. She looks as though she doesn’t have a care in the world, like a bird that’s just broken free of its cage, and there’s something extremely intriguing about that. A girl so free doesn’t need an asshole like me coming around and dumping my shit on her.
Shorty continues when I don’t respond. “Fuck, man. If you’re not going to hit it, I will,” he promises. “Can’t let a sweet fuck like that go to waste.”
My head whips in his direction as I adopt a strange protectiveness over her, something I don’t quite understand. “Leave her alone,” I demand with a sharp glare. “She’s trying to work. Fuck one of these other thirsty bitches.”
Shorty’s eyes widen as if he’s seeing the real me for the first time, seeing past the black sheep and into the deep void of nothingness. He holds up both hands in surrender. “Chill man, I was just playing. She’s all yours.”
The way he talks about her as some kind of object grates on my nerves, and I ball my hands into fists below the table. A woman like Charli shouldn’t be talked about like that. She should be fucking worshipped. The shy blush in her cheeks and those big blue eyes scream of innocence, and I’ll be damned if I let any of these fuckers take that away.
What the hell is wrong with me? I only just met the chick. Hell, I didn’t even give her my name, and yet here I am defending her honor. Fucking hell, I must have taken one too many hits from Cole this morning. The asshole worked me hard.
