3. She is Sexy…and a Little Scary
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She is Sexy…and a Little Scary
Dylan
“ T he Big 3-0!” I say, holding up my glass for us all to cheers. “To Adam! Hopefully, your thirties are just as eventful as your twenties!”
He swigs his beer and then laughs. “Let’s hope it settles down a bit.”
Jack, our boss, and the man married to my oldest sister, Liz, chimes in. “Let’s hope so—for all our sakes.”
Jamie, the youngest of the bunch says, “Remember when that crazy girl showed up at the shop because you wouldn’t call her back?”
I laugh. “You told her it was over, and then, she egged your car. That girl was bat shit crazy.”
He grins. “Oh, yeah. But the sex was out of this world.” He gets lost in his thoughts for a second .
I’ve always considered myself a ladies' man, but Adam for sure has me beat. He’s a certified playboy. I don’t see that changing any time soon. I may be getting closer to settling down, but Adam sure as hell isn’t.
Jamie looks around. “Who are you going to try to take home tonight?”
Adam scans the room. “Not sure. I guess we’ll see how the night plays out. If nothing else, I can always call the crazy girl.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Jamie says, “There’s a girl in a tight pink dress at the bar I may go talk to.”
All of us instinctively turn to look and see who he’s talking about.
Jack spits, “Christ, Jamie. She’s barely this side of legal. That’s kind of gross.”
Jamie points at him. “No, it would be gross for you. You’re old. I’m young, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jack groans.
Our boss isn’t old—barely pushing forty. In Jamie’s eyes, though, Jack is knocking on death’s door.
Jack says, “I can’t wait for all you fuckers to get old and settle down.”
Adam and Jamie both freak out as though Jack put some kind of curse on them or something.
I’ve always liked Jack. Even before he started dating my sister, he was a good boss and an even better friend. I’m glad he’s part of the family now. After growing up with all sisters, it’s nice to have some testosterone around .
Jack glances at the time on his phone. “One more drink, and then, I’m going to head out.”
Adam says, “Oh, come on!”
“I’ve got a pregnant woman at home, boys, and I promised I’d bring back ice cream.”
Jamie says, “Man, Liz has you on a tight leash, huh? You’re fucking whipped.”
Jack shrugs his shoulders. “Boys, let me tell you something. I may not be out chasing tail, but I get to go home to the same woman every night. She’s waiting for me…in my bed. I don’t have to wonder where my next lay is going to come from. So, who’s really the winner here?”
That gets everyone to shut up pretty quickly. Although it’s gross to think of my sister in that way, I can appreciate the sentiment of having someone around to share your life with.
Looking around at everyone’s empty drinks, I announce, “I’ll go grab the next round.”
Once I get up to the bar, I order four more beers and take a moment to look around. People watching in a place like this is always entertaining. You’ve got everyone from the rednecks to the jocks and the busty blondes to the girls who could even kick my ass. In one corner, I see a couple making out so passionately that I figure they’ll start dry-humping on a pool table any minute now. On the other side of the bar, a few muscle heads are seeing who can take the most shots.
The Dells can get a little wild.
But it’s not like there are a ton of bars around. We live in a cluster of small towns, and there’s only about one bar in each of them. The one my parents own, Andre’s, is nice, but it’s more of a local watering hole versus…well, whatever you would call The Dells.
The bartender hands me four beers, and I hand her some cash and tell her to keep whatever’s left.
On the way back to the table, a very large, very drunk guy comes lumbering through, knocking into everyone in his path. He slams into one woman so hard that her body flies into mine.
Beer and whatever is in her two glasses goes sloshing all over both of us. She looks up at me with wide eyes.
Wide beautiful blue eyes.
“I am so sorry,” she says, enunciating each word.
“It’s alright,” I tell her. “I think we have that drunk asshole to thank for it.”
Her head whips around to see the guy who security is now escorting out the front door.
“What a dick,” she says. “Some people just can’t hold their liquor.”
“I guess not.”
She looks at my wet shirt, grabs a stack of napkins off a nearby table, and starts trying to wipe me down. I look down at her long mane of hair. It’s long, almost down to her ass, and black with red tips at the bottom.
She rubs one of the napkins up and down my stomach. Her eyebrows furrow. “I don’t think this is working. But you have nice abs.”
Her bluntness catches me completely off-guard and makes me laugh.
“Uh, thanks. ”
She sets the napkins back down. “I guess I’ll stop feeling you up now.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining,” I reply with a smile.
She looks up at me—her blue eyes lined with dark shadow and liner. Her tongue runs over her dark red-painted lips. The look on her face shows she’s looking to get into some trouble.
I wonder if I could be that trouble.
Before I can speak again, she asks, “Why don’t you let me buy you some more drinks? Since a lot of those spilled.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. The guys at my table are already pretty drunk. They probably won’t even notice.”
“Are you sure?” I feel bad.
“Don’t worry about it. Really. It’s fine. Let’s just say you owe me one,” I say with a wink. The moment I say it, I realize it came out wrong. “Sorry, that sounded super creepy.”
She laughs. “Maybe a little. But yeah, I guess I’ll owe you one.”
“I’m Dylan.”
“Leah,” she replies. “I guess I should get back to my friend.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She turns around to walk away, and I get a better look at her. And damn. That ass of hers is certainly something to see. In the skinny jeans she’s wearing, it looks like a fucking juicy peach.
When I manage to pull my eyes away from her backside, I see all of her tattoos. They’re up and down her arms and disappear under her tank top. By the looks of it, I’m guessing her back and shoulders are covered too. I probably should have noticed them before, but between her eyes and her ass, I was pretty distracted.
I walk back to my table where the guys are not-so-patiently waiting .
“Damn, dude. What took you so long?” Jamie asks. Taking one of the beers, he asks, “Did you drink some of this on the way back?”
“Uh, no. Sorry. I spilled some.”
“You spilled some?” Adam asks. “Are you a toddler?”
Jack sips his own beer. “I’m guessing he was distracted by something cute.”
I smile. “Something like that.”
Adam gasps. “Who is she?”
I consider not telling, but I know these assholes, and I know they’ll just make a huge scene.
I look around for my new cute friend until I finally spot her at a corner table by the dart boards. She’s with a brunette who has her back to me.
I point her out, and all the guys look at her.
Jamie says, “Dude, she is sexy…also a little scary.
Adam agrees. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure she could kick your ass all over this bar.”
I reply with. “A girl that cute? I may just let her kick it.”
Confused, Adam asks, “So, what the hell are you still doing over here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why are you still sitting here with us instead of over there talking to her?”
I reply, “We came out for your birthday.”
Not to mention the fact that I’m trying to cool my jets on the whole random hookup thing.
I have to admit, though, that the longer I stare at Leah, the more my resolve fades .
Adam pulls me back to the conversation. “Dude, none of us here are going to touch your dick tonight.”
Jame interrupts, “Speak for yourself.” Realizing what he said, he adds, “Sorry. Sounded funnier in my head.”
Adam turns back to me. “But seriously. Go talk to her. I’m about ready to bounce anyway and hit a strip club.”
Definitely don’t want to do that.
I stand up, and much to my surprise, Jamie stands to join me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You’re going to need a wingman.”
“What makes you think that?”
He points to the women’s table. “She has a friend. Two girls for two guys. Do the math.”
I sigh, not wanting to admit that he’s right. “Fine. But you better be cool.”