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serious about my career. Especially with the chance for my character to get an extended contract.
At this point I’m about ready to say fuck them all and head back to Los Angeles right now. Go back to my meaningless hookups and forget all about Jax and Dixon.
“What can I get ya?” The bartender asks as he leans on his forearms in front of me. Hearing his voice pulls me out of my internal battle and back to the reality I can’t escape no matter how badly I want to.
Leaning back on the barstool, I smile across the bar at the tall, dark and extremely sexy bartender, “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, light ice please.”
Giving me a wink, he gets to work mixing my drink.
My phone going off in my purse, causing it to vibrate across the bar startles me. I jump slightly when I hear Dixon’s ringtone going off again. Pulling my phone out I swipe my finger across the screen opening the new text message.
I swear this guy must have a goddamn microchip inside of my head alerting him of whenever I’m thinking about him. Because he always seems to text me or call me whenever I find myself lost in thought over him.
What r u up to right now?
Looking around the bar, I spot Jax making his way back over to the bar, so quickly text back a response.
Actually at Pink Taco with Jax…
Immediately he messages me back. I bite my lip as I try to hold back the smile threatening to crack across my face.
I’m actually craving a pink taco…and its wrapped up nicely beneath that tight little dress of urs waiting for me to devour it. So hurry with Jax, then meet me in my room at Knox’s suite.
Laughing to myself I shake my head and text him back before slipping my phone back into my purse.
LOL. Believe me, it is more than ready to be devoured. I’ll text you when I’m on my way up. I don’t know which room’s yours.
Xoxo
The bartender slides my drink in front of me and asks, “Room number?”
As soon as I give him Knox’s room number he narrows his eyes at me giving me a look that say’s I’ll believe it when I see it.
I fish my room key out of my purse and slide it across the bar to him and can’t help but laugh as his mood toward me turns from friendly to flirtatious.
“Anything else I can get for you?” He asks leaning in a little closer.
Jax’s hand slides along the top of my back before coming to rest on my shoulder, as he slips back onto the barstool beside me. He flashes the bartender a cheeky grin, “As a matter of fact there is, mate. I’d like a Corona with a slice of lime, and the biggest plate of cheese fries ya got.” Jax tells him as he removes his hand from my shoulder and holds them up in the air emphasizing the biggest plate of cheese fries they have.
“I’ll get right on it for you. If y’all need anything else just let me know.”
I wait for Jax to get his beer and his fries before finally diving head first into the conversation I’ve been dreading since the night with Dixon in Hawaii. Tip toeing around the conversation won’t help anything. I have to treat this topic like I would a band aid—grab it and tear it off with one quick pull.
Chapter 5
-Brooklyn
I stare off distractedly across the bar at a group of friends excessively chatting with one another rather loudly about some dramatic events that unfolded while out on the strip tonight.
That’s the thing about Las Vegas I learned while on my first trip here. Avoid the strip late at night because that’s when all the crazies come out. Hookers, thieves, and druggies galore fill the sidewalks just waiting to be hassled by the police.
Mr. Bartender reappears with our plate of fries and slides it across the bar in front of us. “Enjoy. If you need anything else just give me a holler,” he tells us all the while winking at me. Men can be such pigs. Hot or not—have some class. Who blatantly flirts with a girl who looks to be sitting at a bar with her boyfriend?
It’s disgusting. I may be a
At this point I’m about ready to say fuck them all and head back to Los Angeles right now. Go back to my meaningless hookups and forget all about Jax and Dixon.
“What can I get ya?” The bartender asks as he leans on his forearms in front of me. Hearing his voice pulls me out of my internal battle and back to the reality I can’t escape no matter how badly I want to.
Leaning back on the barstool, I smile across the bar at the tall, dark and extremely sexy bartender, “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, light ice please.”
Giving me a wink, he gets to work mixing my drink.
My phone going off in my purse, causing it to vibrate across the bar startles me. I jump slightly when I hear Dixon’s ringtone going off again. Pulling my phone out I swipe my finger across the screen opening the new text message.
I swear this guy must have a goddamn microchip inside of my head alerting him of whenever I’m thinking about him. Because he always seems to text me or call me whenever I find myself lost in thought over him.
What r u up to right now?
Looking around the bar, I spot Jax making his way back over to the bar, so quickly text back a response.
Actually at Pink Taco with Jax…
Immediately he messages me back. I bite my lip as I try to hold back the smile threatening to crack across my face.
I’m actually craving a pink taco…and its wrapped up nicely beneath that tight little dress of urs waiting for me to devour it. So hurry with Jax, then meet me in my room at Knox’s suite.
Laughing to myself I shake my head and text him back before slipping my phone back into my purse.
LOL. Believe me, it is more than ready to be devoured. I’ll text you when I’m on my way up. I don’t know which room’s yours.
Xoxo
The bartender slides my drink in front of me and asks, “Room number?”
As soon as I give him Knox’s room number he narrows his eyes at me giving me a look that say’s I’ll believe it when I see it.
I fish my room key out of my purse and slide it across the bar to him and can’t help but laugh as his mood toward me turns from friendly to flirtatious.
“Anything else I can get for you?” He asks leaning in a little closer.
Jax’s hand slides along the top of my back before coming to rest on my shoulder, as he slips back onto the barstool beside me. He flashes the bartender a cheeky grin, “As a matter of fact there is, mate. I’d like a Corona with a slice of lime, and the biggest plate of cheese fries ya got.” Jax tells him as he removes his hand from my shoulder and holds them up in the air emphasizing the biggest plate of cheese fries they have.
“I’ll get right on it for you. If y’all need anything else just let me know.”
I wait for Jax to get his beer and his fries before finally diving head first into the conversation I’ve been dreading since the night with Dixon in Hawaii. Tip toeing around the conversation won’t help anything. I have to treat this topic like I would a band aid—grab it and tear it off with one quick pull.
Chapter 5
-Brooklyn
I stare off distractedly across the bar at a group of friends excessively chatting with one another rather loudly about some dramatic events that unfolded while out on the strip tonight.
That’s the thing about Las Vegas I learned while on my first trip here. Avoid the strip late at night because that’s when all the crazies come out. Hookers, thieves, and druggies galore fill the sidewalks just waiting to be hassled by the police.
Mr. Bartender reappears with our plate of fries and slides it across the bar in front of us. “Enjoy. If you need anything else just give me a holler,” he tells us all the while winking at me. Men can be such pigs. Hot or not—have some class. Who blatantly flirts with a girl who looks to be sitting at a bar with her boyfriend?
It’s disgusting. I may be a
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