Chapter 1 #2
“That guy’s married. He comes in here all the time. Sometimes with his wife, sometimes without the ring. Maybe they’ve got an open marriage or something, but I just thought you should know.”
A loud buzzing started in her head, making it hard for her to hear exactly what Jake was saying after the word married.
She thought of Tony. Of how he’d met his current girlfriend in a bar…
when he was still married to Josie. Her first night out and she was suddenly playing the part of the home wrecker.
What if Greg had kids? She imagined Tommy’s sweet little face and her temper spiked.
How dare Greg put her in this position? What kind of asshole was he that he could cheat on his wife so easily?
She worked hard to regulate her breathing. God only knew what her face looked like because Jake’s forehead creased with concern. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“No,” she said stiffly. “I’m glad you told me.”
Greg returned and took his seat, pushing the stool closer to her. Mercifully, Jake didn’t walk away. She wasn’t sure if he was offering her support or staying close to prevent a murder, but either way, she appreciated his presence.
“What do you say we get out of here? Find somewhere more private,” Greg whispered, his tone and his gaze telling her exactly where he wanted to go with her.
“To your place?” she asked, feigning interest.
She had to hand it to the sleazebag. He was smooth. “I’m afraid that won’t work. My apartment’s being renovated. I’m sleeping on my couch until the work is finished.”
“Really? Because if I was your wife, your ass wouldn’t be on the couch, it would be on the street.”
Greg blanched, struggling to recover from being busted. “Wife?”
She tilted her head. “Men like you should be castrated.”
Greg glanced around, nervously. She hadn’t bothered to lower her voice and several people had started to look their way.
“Go home to your wife. And remember to put your ring back on. We wouldn’t want her to figure out what a lying, two-timing piece of shit you are, would we?”
This time, her voice carried. A couple of women shook their head in disgust and Josie distinctly heard one of them call him a “bastard”.
Greg hastily took his leave, not bothering to justify his actions, apologize or even deny the truth.
“Damn,” Jake muttered.
She looked up, trying to calm down. Her hands were shaking. She was angry and depressed and miserable. “What?”
“He forgot to leave me a tip.”
Jake’s response caught her unaware and she laughed. She couldn’t hold back the onslaught of giggles as they grew louder and louder. Tears streamed down her face. “Oh my God. I needed that,” she said when she was finally able to catch her breath.
“What are you doing here, Josie?”
She hadn’t expected his question, but after he’d saved her from near-disaster, she felt as if she owed him the truth. “I was hoping to hook up with one of the men here tonight. An honest-to-God one-night stand with a stranger.”
Jake’s smile didn’t dim, but he shook his head. “I don’t know where the hell you came from, but I’m sure glad you came into my bar.”
“Why is that?”
He shrugged good-naturedly. “Let’s just say you’re a lot more entertaining than the regulars. So you really want a one-night stand?”
She nodded.
“Why?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because I’m horny. What do you mean why?”
Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on the high counter in front of her. “You’re pretty, funny and smart. Why would you settle for a one-night stand when any guy would probably give his left nut to go out with you?”
“I’ve always preferred the right nut.”
He grinned, but didn’t let her dodge the question. Instead, he waited patiently for her answer.
“I’m not looking for forever. Just one night. But—” she glanced over her shoulder and sighed, “—it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen tonight.”
“Why not?”
“I’m afraid I’ve lost my steam. And my head start.
Most of the other promising candidates have been claimed.
” The crowd was thinning out and she didn’t have the energy to try again.
Plus she was terrified of picking up another married man.
Apparently her bullshit meter only worked in regards to Tony.
Jake didn’t bother looking around the bar to confirm her observation. “What about me?”
“You? Really?” Josie‘s heart began to race. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d questioned her success all evening. Now Jake was offering her exactly what she wanted.
He raised his eyebrow and she sensed she’d offended him. She raised her hand quickly. “I mean I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”
Meanwhile, lack of interest was certainly not her problem. She’d been attracted to him since the first moment she’d bellied up to the bar. Even so, could she really go through with this?
She licked her suddenly dry lips, studying his face. He had kind eyes. And full lips.
As her gaze descended, she added to her mental list of Oh my God, He’s Fucking Hot attributes. Jake had powerful hands and muscular arms. And he sure as hell knew how to fill out a pair of blue jeans.
Shit. She was seriously going to do this.
“A hot woman is sitting across from me looking for a hookup. There’s not a straight, single man on the planet who would turn that down.”
“Apparently it’s not just the single guys.”
“Good point.”
“And you qualify, do you? Single and straight?” She really needed to hear Jake say he wasn’t married. Though she was questioning her judgment after the Greg fiasco, something told her she could trust Jake’s word.
He nodded and once again she was taken in by his smile, his handsome face.
Where Greg had been a pretty boy, Jake was all man.
His jaw was covered with a five o’clock shadow that was pushing the borderline to full-blown beard.
She spotted tattoos peeking out beneath his T-shirt on both arms. He was about a month overdue for a haircut, but the shaggy brown mess made her long to run her fingers through it.
“I qualify on all counts. I’d love to go home with you tonight. I’m not drunk, I don’t have any diseases, I’m relatively well-mannered and I don’t snore. Plus, none of my past girlfriends have blamed sex for our break-ups.”
“What do they blame?”
He laughed. “I’m trying to talk you into sleeping with me. Not out of it.”
Jake was the answer to a prayer. It would be no hardship having sex with him. None. At. All. “Fine. We’ll do it. Two conditions, though.”
“Lay ’em on me.”
“We go to your place. And I’m not going to stick around afterwards to find out if you’re lying about the snoring.”
“Deal. Should we leave now?”
She frowned. “Don’t you have to stay around until closing?”
He shook his head. “Nope. One of the perks of owning the place is you can come and go as you please.”
“You own the bar?”
“Yep.” He turned to talk to the other bartender. “Sam, this is Josie.”
Sam shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Josie.”
Jake took her empty glass and put it in the rack along with the other dirty dishes. “I’m going to take Josie home. You mind holding down the fort tonight?”
Sam shook his head. “No problem. I’ll lock up and take care of the deposit.”
“Thank, Sam.” Jake walked to the cash register for a moment, then handed Josie’s credit card back to her. “Here.”
“Don’t I need to sign a slip or something?”
“Drink is on me. Least I can do, considering.”
She slipped the card back in her purse as he grabbed some keys from a cabinet. He lifted the hinged part of the bar and walked over, grasping her hand. “Ready?”
She nodded. “So ready.”
When they got to the parking lot, Jake paused. “My apartment is a couple blocks that way, so I don’t drive to work. Your car will be fine here if you want to leave it.”
She nodded. “Any dark alleys between your place and here?”
He frowned. “You really don’t plan to spend the night?”
“I told you that.”
He sighed. “Yeah. I know. Dark alleys don’t matter. I’ll walk you back here afterwards. Come on.”
He led her home, neither of them speaking along the way. Josie noticed it wasn’t an awkward silence. In fact, she felt more at ease than she’d anticipated. She wasn’t suffering from the slightest bit of nervousness. If anything, she wished he’d walk faster.
“I haven’t had sex in three years.” Where the fuck had that confession come from? She winced. “I mean—”
Jake squeezed her hand. “I think I understand that horniness now. Maybe we better hurry up.”
She laughed as he picked up the pace. Jake was funny and easygoing. As far as howling went, she couldn’t have chosen a better partner to help her check off the first item on her sex list.
Taking his keys out of his pocket, he opened the door to his second-floor apartment, flicking on the light switch as she entered.
Mercifully, Jake’s place wasn’t bachelor-pad gross.
There were no soiled dishes piled up on every surface, no dirty-gym-sock odor in the air, and the furniture wasn’t stained, with stuffing coming out at the seams. Apart from some clothes and shoes scattered about, the place was actually quite clean.
“Nice,” she murmured as she looked around.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s okay. Rent’s cheap, the neighbors are quiet and I have my own washer and dryer. It’s not a bad place to lay my head at night.”
“Having your own washer and dryer is huge. I have to lug my laundry across the commons and drag it down into this humid basement laundry room my landlord set up for all the tenants. Costs a quarter a load, so I’m forever digging for change.”
She wasn’t sure where all that had come from.
Now that she was in Jake’s apartment she couldn’t figure out how to move things to the next level.
While she’d initiated the invitation, she was clueless when it came to seduction.
She’d been with one man in her life—Tony—and he’d always been the instigator when it came to sex.