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Authors: Niecey Roy
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tugged up at the corners. “Funny, I’m pretty sure he’s thinking the same thing right now.”
Even with drawn brows and disgruntled expression he was attractive. The fact did not improve her mood. It was too bad the woman hadn’t taken him to the opposite side of the room.
Without a greeting, he sat down in the only empty chair at the table which happened to be the resting place for her purse. She snatched it out from under him just in time and clutched it to her lap.
He ignored her get-lost glare and turned a slow, sexy smile on Leah. “Hey, pretty lady.”
Rach snickered. “What cheesy movie did you steal that line from?”
Craig’s smile faltered and it was his turn to shower her with a get-lost glare.
Rick burst out laughing and Craig turned his back on the table. That was fine with her, two could play at that game and she turned around to look for the waitress again. She was going to need a lot more liquor.
She caught the waitress’s attention by waving her empty glass in the air and whistling through her fingers.
“Classy.” Craig shook his head like he might at a misbehaving two-year-old. She didn’t understand what it was about him that brought out the brat in her. She almost crossed her eyes at him. You are being ridiculous. Get it together, Bennett.
By the waitress’s tight expression, she also shared Craig’s sentiment. She might have gone the other direction, but after spotting the good-looking guy at the table, she slithered right up, oozing sex as she hadn’t been moments before.
In a throaty attempt at sultry—Rach thought she sounded like a croaking frog—the waitress purred, “What can I get for you, Sugar?”
Sugar? Had she been transported straight into an old soap opera? Before Craig could answer, Rach cut in and said, “Can you bring a bowl of popcorn, please? And another one of these.” She waved her empty glass in the air and handed the waitress a ten dollar bill.
Since she’d quit smoking, Rach found that while in a bar she needed something else to do with her hands besides drink to compensate for the loss of a cigarette between her fingers. She was extremely proud of herself for kicking a habit she’d had for five years.
The decision to quit had been loosely tied around the fact that if she was diagnosed with cancer without the benefit of medical insurance she’d be screwed in an expensive way. It’d been a great excuse to quit, though not without difficulty; fighting the urge to pull into the nearest gas station and buy a pack of cigarettes when the stress of flitting from job to job became too much.
At the moment, though, she longed for a smoke. A nice deep, satisfying drag would’ve helped kill the edge she’d gotten from sitting at a table with a jerk in expensive shoes, two lovebirds slobbering all over each other and a waitress who could barely keep her panties on.
Beside the table was a group of five girls, all of whom had a pack of cigarettes resting beside their cell phones on the table. She considered leaning over and trading one for a dollar bill. It was tempting…
Rach straightened up in her chair, determined to master the evening. No way would she let him get under skin. She had a niggling feeling he’d made it his mission to annoy the hell out of her and she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.
For the third time Craig used the word “honey.” The gagging noise escaped her mouth before she could bite it back. So much for not letting him under her skin. Rach sighed and gave a small shrug at the three sets of eyes at the table staring at her.
“Most women find those kind of titles antiquated,” Rach said in way of explanation.
“I think it’s charming,” the waitress sighed, leaning in to let her hair tickle Craig’s shoulder and he gave Rach a triumphant grin. She rolled her eyes and pretended great interest in her purse strap. It’d been months since she’d bought a new one. If she ever found a job in the near future that
Even with drawn brows and disgruntled expression he was attractive. The fact did not improve her mood. It was too bad the woman hadn’t taken him to the opposite side of the room.
Without a greeting, he sat down in the only empty chair at the table which happened to be the resting place for her purse. She snatched it out from under him just in time and clutched it to her lap.
He ignored her get-lost glare and turned a slow, sexy smile on Leah. “Hey, pretty lady.”
Rach snickered. “What cheesy movie did you steal that line from?”
Craig’s smile faltered and it was his turn to shower her with a get-lost glare.
Rick burst out laughing and Craig turned his back on the table. That was fine with her, two could play at that game and she turned around to look for the waitress again. She was going to need a lot more liquor.
She caught the waitress’s attention by waving her empty glass in the air and whistling through her fingers.
“Classy.” Craig shook his head like he might at a misbehaving two-year-old. She didn’t understand what it was about him that brought out the brat in her. She almost crossed her eyes at him. You are being ridiculous. Get it together, Bennett.
By the waitress’s tight expression, she also shared Craig’s sentiment. She might have gone the other direction, but after spotting the good-looking guy at the table, she slithered right up, oozing sex as she hadn’t been moments before.
In a throaty attempt at sultry—Rach thought she sounded like a croaking frog—the waitress purred, “What can I get for you, Sugar?”
Sugar? Had she been transported straight into an old soap opera? Before Craig could answer, Rach cut in and said, “Can you bring a bowl of popcorn, please? And another one of these.” She waved her empty glass in the air and handed the waitress a ten dollar bill.
Since she’d quit smoking, Rach found that while in a bar she needed something else to do with her hands besides drink to compensate for the loss of a cigarette between her fingers. She was extremely proud of herself for kicking a habit she’d had for five years.
The decision to quit had been loosely tied around the fact that if she was diagnosed with cancer without the benefit of medical insurance she’d be screwed in an expensive way. It’d been a great excuse to quit, though not without difficulty; fighting the urge to pull into the nearest gas station and buy a pack of cigarettes when the stress of flitting from job to job became too much.
At the moment, though, she longed for a smoke. A nice deep, satisfying drag would’ve helped kill the edge she’d gotten from sitting at a table with a jerk in expensive shoes, two lovebirds slobbering all over each other and a waitress who could barely keep her panties on.
Beside the table was a group of five girls, all of whom had a pack of cigarettes resting beside their cell phones on the table. She considered leaning over and trading one for a dollar bill. It was tempting…
Rach straightened up in her chair, determined to master the evening. No way would she let him get under skin. She had a niggling feeling he’d made it his mission to annoy the hell out of her and she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.
For the third time Craig used the word “honey.” The gagging noise escaped her mouth before she could bite it back. So much for not letting him under her skin. Rach sighed and gave a small shrug at the three sets of eyes at the table staring at her.
“Most women find those kind of titles antiquated,” Rach said in way of explanation.
“I think it’s charming,” the waitress sighed, leaning in to let her hair tickle Craig’s shoulder and he gave Rach a triumphant grin. She rolled her eyes and pretended great interest in her purse strap. It’d been months since she’d bought a new one. If she ever found a job in the near future that
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