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“I’m just taking it all in. It’s almost like I don’t believe it’s actually real, you know? You guys have worked so hard for this, and I’m just so damn happy, Sam.”
Sam sat down next to her in the booth, and as soon as he slid over, she knew he had figured out why she was sitting alone in the corner. She had a clear view of Jarrod. Tonight, he had a blonde supermodel on his arm, who was drinking fruity little drinks and was wearing a dress that was too short for any woman to wear. She stuck to him like glue. Jarrod had always been popular with women—well, he and Austin—but tonight he seemed distracted and not into his date, which was uncharacteristic of him. He kept glancing over Trish’s way, and she hated how she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
When the blonde leaned in to kiss him, Trish looked at Sam. “I need a drink or ten.”
“Whiskey?” he asked her with a smile.
“Oh, yeah, and keep them coming.” She took out her phone to check her emails while Sam ordered the drinks. Seconds after Sam had gotten up, Patricia felt him.
That was the thing about Jarrod, she didn’t even need to see him to know he was there. Without looking up, she asked him, “Bored with the blonde already?”
“If she talks about shoes one more time, I think I’m going to need the whole bottle of Jack to get through it. Anything interesting on that phone of yours, or are you just avoiding looking at me?”
“I’m not avoiding looking at you. I’m checking my emails. You know? A little thing called work? The thing you pay me to do.” Before she knew it, Jarrod had taken her phone from her hand and put it in his back pocket.
“We are celebrating tonight, so you are officially taking a night off.” Before she could argue that she needed her phone, Sam appeared with three glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Okay, who’s ready to celebrate?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“I’m in, but Jarrod’s date is about to leave,” Patricia said, pointing toward the coat check counter where the blonde stood, looking mad that Jarrod was no longer paying attention to her.
“She was boring anyway. Let’s drink!” Jarrod said, taking the bottle away from Sam and pouring three shots of whiskey.
Before the night was over, she had celebrated all right… celebrated with half a bottle of whiskey, something she rarely did. She leaned against the door to the restaurant while Jarrod was getting her jacket, and she couldn’t help but stare at his ass, and boy did he ever have a nice ass.
“You know you have an incredible ass,” she told him, giggling.
When he had both of their jackets, he turned around and walked toward her. “I’d say yours beats mine any day of the week, sweetheart.”
Jarrod turned her around to help her into her jacket. She could blame what happened next on the alcohol. She leaned back into his chest, pushing her ass into his crotch. “Trish, if you keep doing that, this ass of yours is going to end up in the air with you bent over a goddamn table.”
Being this close to Jarrod felt so good that she was ready to throw caution to the wind, or maybe it was the alcohol in her system. Not that she could get herself to care tonight. Grinding into his crotch, she felt his hard length against her ass and let out a moan. She was so turned on by the feel of him, her panties were wet and all of her senses were on high alert.
“Is that a promise?” she asked him without moving. Everyone had already left, so they were alone in the restaurant, and tonight she felt like playing with fire.
“You’re killing me here, sweetheart. A man only has so much willpower.” Before Patricia knew it, Jarrod had backed her into a wall, his eyes full of passion. When she felt his fingers on her cheeks, she let out a soft moan. She loved the way they felt on her skin. The tips, which were calloused from years of playing the guitar, always made her shiver. The next thing she knew, Jarrod’s mouth
“I’m just taking it all in. It’s almost like I don’t believe it’s actually real, you know? You guys have worked so hard for this, and I’m just so damn happy, Sam.”
Sam sat down next to her in the booth, and as soon as he slid over, she knew he had figured out why she was sitting alone in the corner. She had a clear view of Jarrod. Tonight, he had a blonde supermodel on his arm, who was drinking fruity little drinks and was wearing a dress that was too short for any woman to wear. She stuck to him like glue. Jarrod had always been popular with women—well, he and Austin—but tonight he seemed distracted and not into his date, which was uncharacteristic of him. He kept glancing over Trish’s way, and she hated how she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
When the blonde leaned in to kiss him, Trish looked at Sam. “I need a drink or ten.”
“Whiskey?” he asked her with a smile.
“Oh, yeah, and keep them coming.” She took out her phone to check her emails while Sam ordered the drinks. Seconds after Sam had gotten up, Patricia felt him.
That was the thing about Jarrod, she didn’t even need to see him to know he was there. Without looking up, she asked him, “Bored with the blonde already?”
“If she talks about shoes one more time, I think I’m going to need the whole bottle of Jack to get through it. Anything interesting on that phone of yours, or are you just avoiding looking at me?”
“I’m not avoiding looking at you. I’m checking my emails. You know? A little thing called work? The thing you pay me to do.” Before she knew it, Jarrod had taken her phone from her hand and put it in his back pocket.
“We are celebrating tonight, so you are officially taking a night off.” Before she could argue that she needed her phone, Sam appeared with three glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Okay, who’s ready to celebrate?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
“I’m in, but Jarrod’s date is about to leave,” Patricia said, pointing toward the coat check counter where the blonde stood, looking mad that Jarrod was no longer paying attention to her.
“She was boring anyway. Let’s drink!” Jarrod said, taking the bottle away from Sam and pouring three shots of whiskey.
Before the night was over, she had celebrated all right… celebrated with half a bottle of whiskey, something she rarely did. She leaned against the door to the restaurant while Jarrod was getting her jacket, and she couldn’t help but stare at his ass, and boy did he ever have a nice ass.
“You know you have an incredible ass,” she told him, giggling.
When he had both of their jackets, he turned around and walked toward her. “I’d say yours beats mine any day of the week, sweetheart.”
Jarrod turned her around to help her into her jacket. She could blame what happened next on the alcohol. She leaned back into his chest, pushing her ass into his crotch. “Trish, if you keep doing that, this ass of yours is going to end up in the air with you bent over a goddamn table.”
Being this close to Jarrod felt so good that she was ready to throw caution to the wind, or maybe it was the alcohol in her system. Not that she could get herself to care tonight. Grinding into his crotch, she felt his hard length against her ass and let out a moan. She was so turned on by the feel of him, her panties were wet and all of her senses were on high alert.
“Is that a promise?” she asked him without moving. Everyone had already left, so they were alone in the restaurant, and tonight she felt like playing with fire.
“You’re killing me here, sweetheart. A man only has so much willpower.” Before Patricia knew it, Jarrod had backed her into a wall, his eyes full of passion. When she felt his fingers on her cheeks, she let out a soft moan. She loved the way they felt on her skin. The tips, which were calloused from years of playing the guitar, always made her shiver. The next thing she knew, Jarrod’s mouth
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