“Thank you,” I say. When she sets the glass back down in front of me, I reach out and wrap my fingers around her delicate wrist. She gasps and looks up at me.
“Did you need something else?” she asks.
“You,” I say without thinking. She smiles at me.
“That could be arranged,” she says shyly, which is confusing based on the statement itself. But I choose to ignore that for now. I want her more than I have ever wanted anything before. “Are you guys staying in Atlantic City tonight?” she continues, grinning at me. I cannot adequately explain what that does to me. Just the thought of spending some one on one time with her has me thinking what she will look like with all that hair spread out on my pillows as I slide my cock in and out of her surely tight pussy. I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down because I am getting ahead of myself. Just because she wants to hang out with me does not mean that she is going to be mine.
“No, we have to head back to the city tonight,” I tell her the plan.
“Manhattan?” she asks curiously.
“Yes. I live right on Madison Avenue. You could come with us,” I say hopefully. She pauses her bar wipe down as she thinks about it before answering.
“Yeah. That could be fun,” she finally says, smiling at me. I try not to think about the fact that she could go home with lots of guys from the bar, but for some reason, I don’t get that vibe from her.
“Excellent,” I say, grinning.
“You’re gonna tell me your name, big shot? Ya know, since I am going home with you and all,” she asks, grinning.
“You make me forget my manners, Brynn from behind the bar.”
“Brynn Vitali,” she says, extending her hand to me, which I take. It is probably just static electricity, but I swear a jolt of it just went up my arm, right to my fucking heart. “It is nice to meet you, Mister…”
“O’Neal. Brendan O’Neal,” I reply as though I am James Bond. She tilts her head back and laughs. The damn sexy sound seemingly coming from her toes.
“You really need a martini if you are going to talk like that, but your name does sound familiar. I swear my brother has talked about you before,” she says.
“Is he into gaming?” I ask curiously.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she blurts out, and I cannot help imagining her saying those words in another context.
“Then he has probably read about me,” I say without boast.
“So, I was right, huh?” she asks sassily.
“About?”
“You being a big shot?”
“Not exactly,” I hedge, not wanting to tell her everything about myself in this loud bar.
“Hmm, keep your secrets then,” she says. “For now.”
“I am sure you have some secrets of your own, Brynn Vitali. I look forward to learning them all,” I tell her before she gets back to work.
For the rest of the night, I watch her work, but mostly she stands at the bar listening to the stories the other guys tell about their wives and kids. Currently, my cousin Ralph is telling her the story of how his teenage son got caught making out with his girlfriend in his little sister’s play palace in the backyard. They got stuck inside of it, and he had to cut them out with a chainsaw. Brynn’s lilting laugh rings out, and for some reason, I can hear it clearly over the music. I chuckle before turning to the groom. He hasn’t said much tonight. I watch Sam carefully as he rips a napkin into tiny shreds and arranges the scraps into a neat pile.
“What’s wrong, Sammy?” I ask, clapping a hand on his shoulder. He jumps before looking at me.
“I miss Freddy,” he says. Frederica, his fiancée, prefers to be called Freddy. She’s a nice girl, perfect for Sammy.
“We’ll be leaving soon,” I tell him. “You’ll see her when you get home.”
“I know. I wish we were getting married tomorrow.”
“It is just another week,” I say, not understanding the rush.
“I know, but I want her to be mine now,” he says.
“So, tell her that. Marry her tomorrow then have the party next week. You have your marriage license already, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“Then, just do it. I know a judge that can probably do it, but check with Freddy first and let me know,” I tell him.
He takes a drink of his beer and orders another round. Brynn keeps the drinks flowing until suddenly it’s last call and I am paying the bill.
After pouring everyone back into the bus, I wait for her, thinking that she won’t show. She takes forever, but I have already decided she is worth the wait.
Chapter 4
Brynn
Just as I am about to leave for the night, my boss comes up to me. Just looking at him pisses me off. I hate this guy just as I hate this place. Everything is so fucked up in my life right now, but for some reason, I am drawn to Brendan like a moth to a flame. I wonder why that is.