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sheepishly.
I look over my shoulder and see Julia re-filling the icebox. I walk over to her, turn her around and push her against the wall. Bringing my mouth over hers, I pin her down so she won’t squeal.
“Just play along,” I whisper. Her eyes widen in fear and shock. “Hot dude at ten o’clock wants to see if we’re lesbians.” I plant my mouth on hers again.
“But we’re not!” she gasps through clenched teeth.
“So?” I grin, planting one last kiss on her mouth. “Okay, job done. Thanks.”
I turn back around to face British hottie. His face is bright red with a stunned look. “Satisfied?” I ask casually, grabbing a glass off the bar.
“Yeah…that was brilliant.” He’s practically drooling.
“Well, to answer your question…” I pause, biting my lip so I don’t bust out laughing at how easy this is. “We’re not lesbians. We’re just friends. She actually has a boyfriend.” I nod my head toward Julia who’s hiding at the other end of the bar. “Or so she calls him her boyfriend. No fucking, though. So who knows, really,” I ramble on, biting my tongue just to stop the words from spitting out.
“Really? So that was just a show then, huh?”
I shrug and smile. “I’ll try anything twice .” I grin.
He laughs and asks, “So does that mean you don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Um, hell no.” I wrinkle my nose.
He cocks a smile and says, “Good to know.” He winks just before pushing off the bar and walking back to his mob of loud, cheering friends.
“Okay,” Julia says aggressively, grabbing my arm. “Explain.”
“What do you mean?” I pretend to be clueless.
Her upper lip curls and her eyes go wide. “What do I mean? We don’t kiss! Not normal, Riss! Why am I being used in one of your man-eating tactics?”
“I’m offended you’d say it was just a tactic!” I press a hand to my heart. “I thought our kiss was special,” I say with doe eyes.
“Oh my god, Carissa.” She rolls her eyes.
“Okay, fine,” I confess, chuckling. “He’s sooo hot.”
She turns her head and looks around me, but he’s already left. “I’ll take your word for it. But hey, next time, give a girl a heads up. I didn’t even have lip gloss on,” she teases.
“No worries. They were smooth. Like butter.”
“It’s a really good thing you aren’t into chicks. Your sweet talk isn’t very sweet,” she spits back, laughing. “And why must I be the lesbian in your little games?” Her face tenses.
Before I can respond, Kenna walks in. She’s taking over my shift, so I untie my apron and grab my tips.
“How’s it going?” Kenna asks casually, punching in.
“Great.” I smile, punching out on the other computer.
“Okay, what did I miss?” she asks.
“Oh, nothing. Just a really hot British guy. Oh, and I made out with Julia.”
“Why does weird shit always happen when you’re here?” She chuckles.
“For the record,” Julia steps in, interrupting, “it was against my will. I almost tasered her ass.”
Both girls go on laughing as I grab my purse and round the bar to sit on the other side. I order a drink and lay my tips out, making sure to give Julia half.
“Looks like you’re ready to go to a strip club.”
I roll my eyes as British hottie sits next to me.
“I’m very close to getting a restraining order against you,” I tease.
He shrugs lightly. “Wouldn’t be my first.” I watch as he takes a sip of his beer, his Adam’s apple moving smoothly against his skin. Fuck me, that’s hot.
“Doesn’t surprise me. You kind of set off the creepy vibe.” He sets his beer down on the bar, startling me.
“Is that so?”
“Yup,” I respond, popping the p .
“Well, shit. I doubt I have a chance in asking you out then?” He smirks. Well, he’s blunt.
I chuckle at his words, but I try to hold it in so he doesn’t see past my façade.
I grin as I let him down easy. “Nope. No chance. Sorry.” I collect the money off the bar and fold it
I look over my shoulder and see Julia re-filling the icebox. I walk over to her, turn her around and push her against the wall. Bringing my mouth over hers, I pin her down so she won’t squeal.
“Just play along,” I whisper. Her eyes widen in fear and shock. “Hot dude at ten o’clock wants to see if we’re lesbians.” I plant my mouth on hers again.
“But we’re not!” she gasps through clenched teeth.
“So?” I grin, planting one last kiss on her mouth. “Okay, job done. Thanks.”
I turn back around to face British hottie. His face is bright red with a stunned look. “Satisfied?” I ask casually, grabbing a glass off the bar.
“Yeah…that was brilliant.” He’s practically drooling.
“Well, to answer your question…” I pause, biting my lip so I don’t bust out laughing at how easy this is. “We’re not lesbians. We’re just friends. She actually has a boyfriend.” I nod my head toward Julia who’s hiding at the other end of the bar. “Or so she calls him her boyfriend. No fucking, though. So who knows, really,” I ramble on, biting my tongue just to stop the words from spitting out.
“Really? So that was just a show then, huh?”
I shrug and smile. “I’ll try anything twice .” I grin.
He laughs and asks, “So does that mean you don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Um, hell no.” I wrinkle my nose.
He cocks a smile and says, “Good to know.” He winks just before pushing off the bar and walking back to his mob of loud, cheering friends.
“Okay,” Julia says aggressively, grabbing my arm. “Explain.”
“What do you mean?” I pretend to be clueless.
Her upper lip curls and her eyes go wide. “What do I mean? We don’t kiss! Not normal, Riss! Why am I being used in one of your man-eating tactics?”
“I’m offended you’d say it was just a tactic!” I press a hand to my heart. “I thought our kiss was special,” I say with doe eyes.
“Oh my god, Carissa.” She rolls her eyes.
“Okay, fine,” I confess, chuckling. “He’s sooo hot.”
She turns her head and looks around me, but he’s already left. “I’ll take your word for it. But hey, next time, give a girl a heads up. I didn’t even have lip gloss on,” she teases.
“No worries. They were smooth. Like butter.”
“It’s a really good thing you aren’t into chicks. Your sweet talk isn’t very sweet,” she spits back, laughing. “And why must I be the lesbian in your little games?” Her face tenses.
Before I can respond, Kenna walks in. She’s taking over my shift, so I untie my apron and grab my tips.
“How’s it going?” Kenna asks casually, punching in.
“Great.” I smile, punching out on the other computer.
“Okay, what did I miss?” she asks.
“Oh, nothing. Just a really hot British guy. Oh, and I made out with Julia.”
“Why does weird shit always happen when you’re here?” She chuckles.
“For the record,” Julia steps in, interrupting, “it was against my will. I almost tasered her ass.”
Both girls go on laughing as I grab my purse and round the bar to sit on the other side. I order a drink and lay my tips out, making sure to give Julia half.
“Looks like you’re ready to go to a strip club.”
I roll my eyes as British hottie sits next to me.
“I’m very close to getting a restraining order against you,” I tease.
He shrugs lightly. “Wouldn’t be my first.” I watch as he takes a sip of his beer, his Adam’s apple moving smoothly against his skin. Fuck me, that’s hot.
“Doesn’t surprise me. You kind of set off the creepy vibe.” He sets his beer down on the bar, startling me.
“Is that so?”
“Yup,” I respond, popping the p .
“Well, shit. I doubt I have a chance in asking you out then?” He smirks. Well, he’s blunt.
I chuckle at his words, but I try to hold it in so he doesn’t see past my façade.
I grin as I let him down easy. “Nope. No chance. Sorry.” I collect the money off the bar and fold it
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