BRANDON
Igotta tap that.
I knew it the moment she walked in. That red, body-forming dress swishing around her curves. She wasminetonight.
It was the way my heart skipped a beat when I caught sight of her lighting up this God-awful dull room, which was usually full of drunken old men who had nothing else to do but be here, and the way my cock stiffened needily in my pants. Whenever a hottie made her way through those doors, I claimed her. And tonight, only half an hour into my shift, I’d found the one.
Her friend was the one to order the drinks, but my eyes remained onherthe entire time, and she knew it. I seriously loved the way she coyly tucked a stray strand of her ashy blonde hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze, the intensity too much for her. I would have fistfuls of that hair soon enough.
“There you are. You’re going to love this cocktail.”
Her friend handed her the drink as her name rolled over in my mind. I liked the look of those plump red lips of hers I could already see wrapped around my cock.
“Hey, Brandon!” Unfortunately, I couldn’t get any of my best lines out yet to start the game of seduction, because one of my regulars, Rod, needed me to pour him another ale in his bottomless glass. “Another one, please.”
The weight of the world rested on Rod’s shoulders, his life in shambles. I resisted the urge to do the typical bartender thing and ask him what was wrong, because I couldn’t give a shit. But it didn’t matter, it seemed he was going to tell me anyway.
“You know, I used to be a lot like you, Brandon.”
“Huh?” Christine and her friend were seated in the corner of the room. I didn’t like that; she wasn’t in view enough. I couldn’t see the peak of her cleavage from here.
“I used to be a player too. I had all the women in New York City falling at my feet. But that doesn’t last forever.”
“You?” Oops, maybe I should have tried to hide my shock a little, but he caught my attention in an unexpected way. “I mean…I didn’t know you were like that.”
“Oh, yeah.” A special kind of smile spread across his face. That was the smirk of a man who had alotof memories in the bank of a ton of different women. “I had it all. Although I didn’t work in a bar like you, I wasn’t right in the thick of things…”
“This isn’t my full time gig. I don’t intend to be here forever…” No point, Rod wasn’t listening.
“But it doesn’t last forever, Brandon. I can assure you of that. One day, all you’ll want is one woman by your side. One woman you can love. It gets lonely otherwise.” He chuckled throatily. “I can see your disbelief right now, trust me, I know it. But looks and charm don’t last forever. Love does.”
“You love someone?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. Why the hell was he here all the time if he had some woman magical enough to keep his attention for the long term at home?
Notthat I could really imagine that there was a woman that magical out there. My attention wasalwaysgoing to be all over the place.
“I did love someone.” He twirled the glass around in his fingers, sloshing some of the ale over the sides. Maybe this would have to be his last one… “But she passed away. Four years ago, cancer got her. Saddest time of my life. But I wouldn’t change what Ididhave with her for anything in the world.”
Right. That didn’t make a scrap of sense to me. Whatwasthis guy talking about? Why wouldanyonewant so called ‘love’ if it only ended in sadness? Heartbreak or death. Yeah, great. He wasn’t selling it to me.
“Don’t look at me like that, Brandon. Love will come for you one day too. You mark my words. You better just hope that you’re ready for it, or it’ll pass you by.”
I grabbed a cloth and busied myself cleaning up the bar, just because I needed an escape from this bullshit chat. Rod could talk to someone else about love; I had a gorgeous woman I could only eye-fuck at the moment.
Oh shit. As Christine tossed her head back and laughed at something her friend said, her exposed throat hit me hard. I desperately yearned to sink my teeth into that soft, sweet skin of hers. I bet she tasted like strawberries. A magnetic pull tugged me toward her, cloth still in hand so I could hear her. The fantasy forming in my head wasn’t complete yet.
“You girls okay?” I addressed them both, but eyed only Christine. Her lips curled up; she liked it. It didn’t matter that she was quieter and maybe even shy, she wanted me too. “You need anything else?”
A smirk spread across my face as Christine shuddered with delight. Oh sure, she tried to hide it, but there was nothing she could hide from me. I was the master of the game of seduction. Being in tune withherreactions was all a part of my play. I needed all the chess pieces if I was going to win. And hell, I was going to win tonight. I was absolutely determined.
“Some more drinks,” the friend piped up. “In fact, can you get us a pitcher. Same cocktail, but a jug of it.”
If it was Christine bossing me around, I might’ve liked it. The only reason I took the command from her friend was because a pitcher was a good sign. They’d be around for a while. I’d get a clip of Christine’s voice soon enough. I’d fill in the blanks.
“Sure thing.” I lifted my hands high, mock cleaning one of the low hanging beams in the bar, so my tee shirt would rise and Christine would get a glimpse of the body I spent so much time in the gym creating. “Coming right up.”
Pink stained Christine’s cheeks. She sucked her bottom lip in breathlessly. I could practically see her eyes running over my V muscle which headed downward. Hell, if she played her cards right, I’d let her take that journey into my pants whenever she wanted. She could even come in the back with me for a little while. I didn’t care about ignoring all the customers for a while. There were only a couple of people in here…
Shit, what the hell?