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with one hand leaning on the bar.
"Well that's a loade d question, are you on the menu?" He laughs, and even though I should be mad at the comment, the way he said it in his accent only makes me laugh.
"Not tonight." I flirt because I believe he is harmless. He is also a distraction from Liam, if only for a minute.
"Just my luck." He smiles his gorgeous smile showing off his dimple s and his perfect white teeth. "What do you recommend then, love?"
"Everything you want I can make it."
"Is there a house special?"
"One Guardian Angel coming up." I start pouring various liquors in a tumbler, adding ice I start to shake the drink. Then HE walks in, with a strawberry blonde with fair skin, looking like she just walked off the runway. Fucking asshole . He doesn't look my way. He doesn't even look in my direction at all, but he does put his hand on the small of her back and directs her to their table. I have jealous rage boiling up in me. I turned him down, over and over again. Why am I so fucking jealous?
"I think it is shaken well , love," Mr. British says as I've been shaking the crap out of his drink.
"Oh sorry, I like to be thorough." I pour the liquid into a tumbler , inserting a skinny straw I slide it across the bar to him.
"Brilliant," he remarks after taking a sip, "I'll be back for another." He gives me a wink and goes back to his table.
"How does it feel to be yesterday's news?" Monica comes bouncing up to the bar delivering her insult.
"How does it feel to be yesterday's trash , Monica? I never slept with him." I spit at her. It does the trick, because after a dirty look she never says another word.
I watch them for the next hour; the two of them all snuggled up in the booth. He has one of his hands under her hair, massaging the nape of her neck with gentle fingers. At this angle I can also see under the table. When I see her hand go on his knee then start to slide up his leg it is all I can handle.
I have no idea why I do what I do next. I don't own him, he can be with who he wants. So can I. Maybe we'll just see if he can ignore me now. I make another Guardian Angel. Fixing my skirt and pulling down my shirt to make sure the swells of my breasts are in full view, I walk over to Mr. British's table. Pulling a chair so that I am facing him, but also in full view of Liam, I sit, crossing my legs seductively.
"Hello , you," he says, his eyes as big as quarters. I lean forward placing the drink in front of him. Then lean forward even more so I make sure he and Liam can see down my shirt.
"I thoug ht you might want another drink," I whisper softly in his ear. I have no idea if Liam is even looking or if he even cares. I realize what a mistake this was when Mr. British's hand goes on my knee and starts inching its way up my thigh. I'm just about to hop up and leave when his hand passes the lace of my stockings.
"If you don't remove your hand from her rig ht now, I will be cutting it off," Liam growls, low and furious. I see he has one hand on Mr. British's shoulder delivering his warning. I am mortified by everything, what I just did, and how I just acted. I stand and beeline to the locker room opening my locker to grab my clothes. I have to get the fuck out of here.
"What the hell was that?" Liam's booming voice yells when he enters the locker room , slamming the door behind him.
"I don't know, Liam. Did you feel jealous?" I shout back.
"Murderous, " he growls, his chest heaving up and down. "I want to scrub you where he touched you and then put my hands all over you so it is only me who has touched your skin."
"But you can have your paws all over some bimbo in front of me? If I had slept with you last night and then had to watch that, it would have killed me," I growl back.
"I was proving a point," h e says, running his hands through his hair. The door opens and in walks the girl du jour.
"L iam, baby, is everything alright?" she says, eyeing me up and down before putting her
"Well that's a loade d question, are you on the menu?" He laughs, and even though I should be mad at the comment, the way he said it in his accent only makes me laugh.
"Not tonight." I flirt because I believe he is harmless. He is also a distraction from Liam, if only for a minute.
"Just my luck." He smiles his gorgeous smile showing off his dimple s and his perfect white teeth. "What do you recommend then, love?"
"Everything you want I can make it."
"Is there a house special?"
"One Guardian Angel coming up." I start pouring various liquors in a tumbler, adding ice I start to shake the drink. Then HE walks in, with a strawberry blonde with fair skin, looking like she just walked off the runway. Fucking asshole . He doesn't look my way. He doesn't even look in my direction at all, but he does put his hand on the small of her back and directs her to their table. I have jealous rage boiling up in me. I turned him down, over and over again. Why am I so fucking jealous?
"I think it is shaken well , love," Mr. British says as I've been shaking the crap out of his drink.
"Oh sorry, I like to be thorough." I pour the liquid into a tumbler , inserting a skinny straw I slide it across the bar to him.
"Brilliant," he remarks after taking a sip, "I'll be back for another." He gives me a wink and goes back to his table.
"How does it feel to be yesterday's news?" Monica comes bouncing up to the bar delivering her insult.
"How does it feel to be yesterday's trash , Monica? I never slept with him." I spit at her. It does the trick, because after a dirty look she never says another word.
I watch them for the next hour; the two of them all snuggled up in the booth. He has one of his hands under her hair, massaging the nape of her neck with gentle fingers. At this angle I can also see under the table. When I see her hand go on his knee then start to slide up his leg it is all I can handle.
I have no idea why I do what I do next. I don't own him, he can be with who he wants. So can I. Maybe we'll just see if he can ignore me now. I make another Guardian Angel. Fixing my skirt and pulling down my shirt to make sure the swells of my breasts are in full view, I walk over to Mr. British's table. Pulling a chair so that I am facing him, but also in full view of Liam, I sit, crossing my legs seductively.
"Hello , you," he says, his eyes as big as quarters. I lean forward placing the drink in front of him. Then lean forward even more so I make sure he and Liam can see down my shirt.
"I thoug ht you might want another drink," I whisper softly in his ear. I have no idea if Liam is even looking or if he even cares. I realize what a mistake this was when Mr. British's hand goes on my knee and starts inching its way up my thigh. I'm just about to hop up and leave when his hand passes the lace of my stockings.
"If you don't remove your hand from her rig ht now, I will be cutting it off," Liam growls, low and furious. I see he has one hand on Mr. British's shoulder delivering his warning. I am mortified by everything, what I just did, and how I just acted. I stand and beeline to the locker room opening my locker to grab my clothes. I have to get the fuck out of here.
"What the hell was that?" Liam's booming voice yells when he enters the locker room , slamming the door behind him.
"I don't know, Liam. Did you feel jealous?" I shout back.
"Murderous, " he growls, his chest heaving up and down. "I want to scrub you where he touched you and then put my hands all over you so it is only me who has touched your skin."
"But you can have your paws all over some bimbo in front of me? If I had slept with you last night and then had to watch that, it would have killed me," I growl back.
"I was proving a point," h e says, running his hands through his hair. The door opens and in walks the girl du jour.
"L iam, baby, is everything alright?" she says, eyeing me up and down before putting her
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