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this two-star town."
"New York was okay, until it wasn't. Work is, well, it’s work. My boss is an ass, but then I don't have to see him so who gives a shit, right?" I laugh to myself. "And here? Well, I missed your pretty face obviously."
"Nice try, Fliv. What's really going on? Are you sick?"
The concern in his eyes almost floors me. He's looking at me like a parent would look at their child after missing a few calls or something. Not that I’d know what that looks like, not really. The only looks I got from my dad were disappointment and rage. I release a sigh, unsure of what to tell him. I can't even justify my glamorous return to myself, never mind another human being. Especially not one who cares so much. All I know is I’m here because I can be, when for a long time I couldn’t be. I don't get to reply anyway, as a half-drunk moron interrupts our little family reunion with his obnoxious sarcasm.
"Can I get some service please?"
Rude much.
Roy whips his head around to face him, the snarl growling right from his chest. I almost smile at the familiarity of it. Roy is a beast when he's mad, real scary. I mean, he's a total teddy with me and always has been, but when it comes to other people the grizzly bear comes out.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Roy spits, his jaw as hard as his eyes.
"I'm sure your little," the idiot at the bar flicks his glance to me then back again. "friend will still be waiting for you in five minutes, won't you sweetheart? For the record, high five on scoring that piece, dude."
Little fucker.
I cut in before Roy can pulverize him into dust.
"Excuse me, asshole," I stand from my perch and offer Roy a wink as I stroll over, putting extra sass in my hips. "Firstly, interrupting a conversation is rude. Secondly, I'm not his friend. I'm his niece you dick."
I lean in close, whispering into his ear, "And finally, sweetheart . I do all the scoring around here."
I step back from him and smirk, offering a little wave when he scampers back to his friends. I force down the annoyance and turn back to Roy.
"So, where were we?"
"Hey baby."
I spin from my resting place against the bar and let a lazy smile spread across my face when I notice Mr Wannabe Rockstar beside me. His long hair is tied back in a ponytail, an almost shy smile on his face as he stands with his hands tucked into impossibly tight, black jeans. Faded tattoos snake up his surprisingly muscular arms, disappearing under the turned up sleeves of his pale blue shirt. Yummy . He must be new to town, because I sure as shit would have remembered him.
"Well, hello there," I reply. "What can I do for you?"
I lean back, resting my elbows on the bar, and cross my right leg over my left. His dark eyes watch the movement, widening when the hem of my black dress rises. I lift my glass of wine to my lips and take a slow sip. Yes, I am a champion of Seduction.
"I was thinking more of what I can do for you," he says, a smirk creasing the corner of his mouth. "I mean you are here all by yourself, right? Maybe I can change that for you.”
He’s right. I am alone. Because my best friend is at some fancy-pants dinner with her husband, meaning my single ass is riding solo. Not that I mind, she'd never let me flirt with a complete stranger anyway. She’s mean like that. Besides, I had Roy up until twenty minutes ago when he had to go and deal with Martin, the town drunk. Poor fucker. Martin, not Roy. Martin Giles is at least five hundred and fifty years old, is the first one in the bar, and the last one out. He's currently being laid down on one of the dusty booths at the back because it's pointless to send his ass home. He'll only appear again within ten minutes. I flick my glance back to the tall drink of sweet release in front of me.
"What do you have in mind?"
His smirk deepens, his hand reaching across the bar to settle behind me. He moves his body closer to mine, and the heat from him warms me. I know what he wants, and it
"New York was okay, until it wasn't. Work is, well, it’s work. My boss is an ass, but then I don't have to see him so who gives a shit, right?" I laugh to myself. "And here? Well, I missed your pretty face obviously."
"Nice try, Fliv. What's really going on? Are you sick?"
The concern in his eyes almost floors me. He's looking at me like a parent would look at their child after missing a few calls or something. Not that I’d know what that looks like, not really. The only looks I got from my dad were disappointment and rage. I release a sigh, unsure of what to tell him. I can't even justify my glamorous return to myself, never mind another human being. Especially not one who cares so much. All I know is I’m here because I can be, when for a long time I couldn’t be. I don't get to reply anyway, as a half-drunk moron interrupts our little family reunion with his obnoxious sarcasm.
"Can I get some service please?"
Rude much.
Roy whips his head around to face him, the snarl growling right from his chest. I almost smile at the familiarity of it. Roy is a beast when he's mad, real scary. I mean, he's a total teddy with me and always has been, but when it comes to other people the grizzly bear comes out.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Roy spits, his jaw as hard as his eyes.
"I'm sure your little," the idiot at the bar flicks his glance to me then back again. "friend will still be waiting for you in five minutes, won't you sweetheart? For the record, high five on scoring that piece, dude."
Little fucker.
I cut in before Roy can pulverize him into dust.
"Excuse me, asshole," I stand from my perch and offer Roy a wink as I stroll over, putting extra sass in my hips. "Firstly, interrupting a conversation is rude. Secondly, I'm not his friend. I'm his niece you dick."
I lean in close, whispering into his ear, "And finally, sweetheart . I do all the scoring around here."
I step back from him and smirk, offering a little wave when he scampers back to his friends. I force down the annoyance and turn back to Roy.
"So, where were we?"
"Hey baby."
I spin from my resting place against the bar and let a lazy smile spread across my face when I notice Mr Wannabe Rockstar beside me. His long hair is tied back in a ponytail, an almost shy smile on his face as he stands with his hands tucked into impossibly tight, black jeans. Faded tattoos snake up his surprisingly muscular arms, disappearing under the turned up sleeves of his pale blue shirt. Yummy . He must be new to town, because I sure as shit would have remembered him.
"Well, hello there," I reply. "What can I do for you?"
I lean back, resting my elbows on the bar, and cross my right leg over my left. His dark eyes watch the movement, widening when the hem of my black dress rises. I lift my glass of wine to my lips and take a slow sip. Yes, I am a champion of Seduction.
"I was thinking more of what I can do for you," he says, a smirk creasing the corner of his mouth. "I mean you are here all by yourself, right? Maybe I can change that for you.”
He’s right. I am alone. Because my best friend is at some fancy-pants dinner with her husband, meaning my single ass is riding solo. Not that I mind, she'd never let me flirt with a complete stranger anyway. She’s mean like that. Besides, I had Roy up until twenty minutes ago when he had to go and deal with Martin, the town drunk. Poor fucker. Martin, not Roy. Martin Giles is at least five hundred and fifty years old, is the first one in the bar, and the last one out. He's currently being laid down on one of the dusty booths at the back because it's pointless to send his ass home. He'll only appear again within ten minutes. I flick my glance back to the tall drink of sweet release in front of me.
"What do you have in mind?"
His smirk deepens, his hand reaching across the bar to settle behind me. He moves his body closer to mine, and the heat from him warms me. I know what he wants, and it
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