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The sound of a cocktail shaker catches my attention, and I notice another bar inside the restaurant. Crossing the dining room along the far wall, I approach the bar with stealth and find an empty barstool.
“Drink, sir?” A smartly vested bartender steps before me.
Glancing at the bottles behind him, I say, “Just a shortie of Crowne with a lime twist.”
“Yes, sir.”
With my arse planted on a stool, I keep my eyes on Jillian. I believe in the power of staring.
Sure enough, she looks my way and does an adorable double take.
Blinking hazel eyes scan my perimeter to see if I’m here with a woman.
“Eighteen dollars, sir,” the bartender says.
I reach for my wallet, my eyes locked on Jillian’s. With just a glance into the billfold, I drop a fifty on the bar.
Lifting my glass, I salute her.
She just slides her hand up and down the wine glass, not wanting to let her guest catch on that a mob boss is staring at him.
I take a sip, licking my lips and… Jillian does the same.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Putting the drink down on the bar top behind me, I take out my phone. Glaring at her, I send her a text.
Me: What the hell are you doing?
Jillian’s eyes hit the table where her phone is.
The guy, Stephen, prattles on as weasel lawyers do. I hate him because he’s in my seat.
Jillian mouths something to Stephen and then picks up her phone.
Jillian: Waiting for dinner.
She doesn’t return the question because she already knows I’m stalking her.
My brain misfires when I consider if Stephen’s the guy she’s going to have sex with so Johnny throat fucks her? She would have messaged Johnny to make sure he was watching, right? My mistake, I haven’t checked the app tonight.
Me: Start coughing and excuse yourself.
Jillian shakes her head.
Wench. Fuck, her defiance has my cock thickening.
Me: It’s either you start coughing or your date’s face hits that table.
How I’ll manage that I have no idea.
I wait to see the words, it’s not a date.
But no other text comes.
Just when I think I have to go do something incredibly reckless, Jillian coughs.
Me: Good girl. Follow me.
