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was passing up a prime piece of ass and a guaranteed lay so he could eye-fuck the temperamental redhead from a distance.
Something was definitely wrong with him.
“Too bad,” she batted her lashes at him. “If you change your mind, let me know.”
“Sure, honey.”
His attention was drawn back to Grace as she left her seat and made her way through the crowd, probably looking for her friend, he guessed. He held his breath for a minute when she was intercepted by John. He’d caught her by surprise. She looked up at him as he smiled and said something to her. She snarled at him, pushed him out of the way and continued on her warpath.
Sean prided himself on being smooth, but in that moment, he nearly choked, laughing with a sip of brandy burning his throat. He coughed and cleared his throat, eyes watering as John stood there, stunned.
The brunette turned around. “You okay?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Yeah honey, I’m just fine. Listen, my friend over there – guy in the plaid shirt – he’s single, and I know you’re just his type. Played for the NFL, too.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?” she breathed.
Even though that was only slightly true since John had been on the practice team, he gave a decisive nod.
“And he’s single?”
“I wouldn’t send you over there if he wasn’t, hon.”
She straightened her back, thrusting out her breasts. “You are such a good guy, you know that?”
He almost choked again, but thankfully the brunette had moved on and was slowly circling John.
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It was now one o’clock, and while the bar wasn’t as packed as it was earlier, Leah showed no sign of leaving the dance floor. She was currently occupied grinding her ass against the cowboy’s crotch as Justin Bieber crooned that he wanted to be somebody’s boyfriend over the loudspeakers.
She exhaled and took another sip of her dwindling vodka soda. She tried getting the attention of the bartender to no avail. It was a female bartender in a shirt so tight it was a wonder she could even breathe. She was currently pouring beers for a few guys that looked college-age in the middle of the bar.
God, female bartenders were always such bitches.
Annoyed, she took another sip and pushed the glass away, hoping that would serve as a hint. She propped her chin up on her fist. By now, she could have been in the middle of her book and on her third glass of wine, settled comfortably in her own home. Instead, she was relegated to this stupid bar as Leah danced, her moves, Grace was positive she’d learned from pornos.
Never. Again.
This was the first and last time she was ever going out with Leah. She was probably never going to go out again, useless activity that it was. She was also never going to trust anyone wearing unicorns and rainbows on their clothing. That alone should have been a huge fucking red flag.
Suddenly, the bartender appeared, smiling at her and slipping her a full drink. Grace started to feel guilty about her earlier thoughts until the bartender opened her mouth to speak.
“It’s from that guy down there,” she motioned her head. “Honey, if I were you, I would jump on that and ride him like a rodeo.”
Grace just stared at her, disgusted. Shaking her head, she moved to at least acknowledge the fool that bought her a drink.
She turned her head, pasting some semblance of a smile on her face, when she felt every hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her eyes collided with a hot, blue stare from across the bar, and her smile faded.
The object of her very worst nightmare and uncomfortably sexy dream winked at her before raising his glass towards her in salute.
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She was flushed from the heat inside the bar, but she could feel the blood drain from her face.
Paralyzed again. Damn it.
The sight of him brought the memory of how she’d ended their last encounter rushing back.
Now, months later, he was here, right in the same
Something was definitely wrong with him.
“Too bad,” she batted her lashes at him. “If you change your mind, let me know.”
“Sure, honey.”
His attention was drawn back to Grace as she left her seat and made her way through the crowd, probably looking for her friend, he guessed. He held his breath for a minute when she was intercepted by John. He’d caught her by surprise. She looked up at him as he smiled and said something to her. She snarled at him, pushed him out of the way and continued on her warpath.
Sean prided himself on being smooth, but in that moment, he nearly choked, laughing with a sip of brandy burning his throat. He coughed and cleared his throat, eyes watering as John stood there, stunned.
The brunette turned around. “You okay?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Yeah honey, I’m just fine. Listen, my friend over there – guy in the plaid shirt – he’s single, and I know you’re just his type. Played for the NFL, too.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?” she breathed.
Even though that was only slightly true since John had been on the practice team, he gave a decisive nod.
“And he’s single?”
“I wouldn’t send you over there if he wasn’t, hon.”
She straightened her back, thrusting out her breasts. “You are such a good guy, you know that?”
He almost choked again, but thankfully the brunette had moved on and was slowly circling John.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was now one o’clock, and while the bar wasn’t as packed as it was earlier, Leah showed no sign of leaving the dance floor. She was currently occupied grinding her ass against the cowboy’s crotch as Justin Bieber crooned that he wanted to be somebody’s boyfriend over the loudspeakers.
She exhaled and took another sip of her dwindling vodka soda. She tried getting the attention of the bartender to no avail. It was a female bartender in a shirt so tight it was a wonder she could even breathe. She was currently pouring beers for a few guys that looked college-age in the middle of the bar.
God, female bartenders were always such bitches.
Annoyed, she took another sip and pushed the glass away, hoping that would serve as a hint. She propped her chin up on her fist. By now, she could have been in the middle of her book and on her third glass of wine, settled comfortably in her own home. Instead, she was relegated to this stupid bar as Leah danced, her moves, Grace was positive she’d learned from pornos.
Never. Again.
This was the first and last time she was ever going out with Leah. She was probably never going to go out again, useless activity that it was. She was also never going to trust anyone wearing unicorns and rainbows on their clothing. That alone should have been a huge fucking red flag.
Suddenly, the bartender appeared, smiling at her and slipping her a full drink. Grace started to feel guilty about her earlier thoughts until the bartender opened her mouth to speak.
“It’s from that guy down there,” she motioned her head. “Honey, if I were you, I would jump on that and ride him like a rodeo.”
Grace just stared at her, disgusted. Shaking her head, she moved to at least acknowledge the fool that bought her a drink.
She turned her head, pasting some semblance of a smile on her face, when she felt every hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her eyes collided with a hot, blue stare from across the bar, and her smile faded.
The object of her very worst nightmare and uncomfortably sexy dream winked at her before raising his glass towards her in salute.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was flushed from the heat inside the bar, but she could feel the blood drain from her face.
Paralyzed again. Damn it.
The sight of him brought the memory of how she’d ended their last encounter rushing back.
Now, months later, he was here, right in the same
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