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He sprayed the cleaning formula on the table and wiped it over and over with his sponge. Her penetrating gaze followed his every move, but he intended to keep on ignoring her.
He would not give in to her sudden interest in him. She showed none before, so why now—because she was drunk? That had to be the number one turnoff for him. How cliché of her.
“So…” she said.
He spared a glance over his shoulder at Errin sitting at the table, and sure enough, she blushed the moment their eyes met. Fuck. Errin never blushed.
“Stop it,” he warned.
Her light blue eyes grew wide, and she stuttered, “S-stop w-what?”
“Stop staring at me.” He lifted one eyebrow and dared her to contradict him.
“I—”
“Stop looking at me as if you want me to pick you up, throw you on this table and fuck the life out of you,” he said and returned his focus on his hands that kept assaulting the tabletop with his sponge.Damn confetti.
Errin gasped. “Oh-my-god! Are you serious?”
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?” he stopped scrubbing and glanced over his shoulder again.
Her wide eyes ping-ponged from the tabletop to his face again. “I… erm, no! Never.Youstop it. I have no idea what’s going on inside that head ofyours,but I’ll have you know that nobody will ever throw meover any kind of surface toget fucked. And certainlynot you! Ugh.”
She was such a terrible liar. Her cheeks reddened even more and her eyes blazed with fire. Those beautiful baby blues were shooting daggers at him and the weird thing was, it was making him hard as hell. He didn’t want her, but fuck if his body didn’t get that memo.
To derail their inescapable route to ‘FuckedupVille’, he wanted to get her out of his pub as soon as possible. Otherwise he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. “Okay, so I’ll take you upstairs.”
“W-what? No. I wanna go home.” She pouted those damn glossy lips again while wiping the messy mascara trails from under her eyes.
“Why are you talking like a five-year-old?” he muttered, giving the table a few last scrubs.
“Am not!” she sulked, crossing her arms in front of her chest,drawing his eyes to the little swell that now peeked over the bodice of her leotard.
The cute pout she wore made her fuckin’ adorable where he often found other women annoying. But not Errin. She always spoke her mind, often brutally honest, and would never play the innocent pouty type to gain his attention. Thinking about Errin’s feisty attitude, his face turned up.
She tilted her head while assessing him. “Why don’t you ever smile? You—”
“I’m taking the couch, so you can take the second bedroom to your left. Otherwise you’ll be sleeping next to a heavily snoring Pops. And let me tell you, that shit ain’t pretty.”
Her face reddened. “Stop talking to me like I’m a kid! I turned twenty-six today, you know. You don’t get to—”
“Errin, go upstairs and stop looking for a fight. You’re not supposed to give me any lip, remember?”
He examined her plump lips. She’d put some glossy shit on, making them even more pink than usual. She licked her lips, evoking a groan from him.
“What?” she said as she tucked an unruly strand of warm blond hair behind her ear, only to have it pop up again in the next second.
“Stop teasing me,” he said.
“I’m not teasing you, old man. Never. I’m not interested. I’m nothing like your normal bimbo-type that throw themselves at you.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. But she didn’t stop there, no.
“What do they see in you,anyway? I mean… you’re always so… angry? Huh, and dare I say boring? And let’s not forget self-righteous? Ha! I mean the way you—”
Just to shut her the hell up, he kissed her. His hand slid to the back of her head the moment he’d dropped the wet sponge onto the table. She moaned against his lips but didn’t open up for him. He grabbed her tiny waist with his other hand and pulled her up from the chair.
She gasped when his erection pressed against her belly and he slid his tongue in her mouth and let his tongue play with hers. They stood in the middle of the pub, flooded by the harsh overhead lights and surrounded by the smell of stale beer. As they kissed, everything faded to the background, as if they stood somewhere else.
