“It Supplies Anywhere I want it to, Sweetheart.” #2
“Anything interesting happen tonight? Anybody interesting?” I ask, setting the glass gently on the black slate bar. Way to be an inconspicuous asshole .
“Hey, man, everyone is interesting to me.” Mike’s smile goes wide. That’s an understatement. I’ve seen Mike leave with all kinds of different people—men, women, non-binary, sometimes more than one at a time. As long as he’s having a good time, Mike doesn’t give a fuck.
“If you’re thinking about yourself, you may want to direct your eyes in that direction.” He looks toward the back of the room.
Jace’s pink hair is easily recognizable anywhere. It glows bright under the red neon sign, with the word “SHOTS” reflecting off his purple sunglasses. He sits still in the booth, looking down at his phone screen. If he’s here, Thalia must not be too far away.
I scan the area looking for her. My searching stops when I see her walking towards Jace.
She’s staring down at her phone, probably checking her views and likes on Instagram.
By now, she must know that I’ve watched every one of her stories.
I wonder if she would even notice that I’m in the same bar since she’s always staring at her phone screen.
“Someone you know?” Mike teases. He must notice my continued gape at the redhead bombshell in the corner of the room. You couldn't pay me a million bucks to look away from that perfect body of hers .
“Yeah.” I take another drink from my glass and set it gently on the table.
I take note of the way Thalia sways in her black thigh-high boots and short skirt.
The heels make a muffled sound on the dark red carpet.
What is it about these boots that makes men think worse thoughts than we already do?
The things we already picture should be deemed unethical, but when a broad puts on those boots, I instantly think about how I wish my face were in between them.
She picks up her nearly empty glass and tips back the rest of her drink. I can’t make out what she tells Jace under the loud music playing in the bar, but they aren’t hard to figure out with her smile and her body moving towards me. Fuck . I turn and face Mike and take another sip of my drink.
“Yeah, she works at another bar I supply.” My voice is steady, but on the inside, I am nervous. Nervous, I never get fucking nervous.
“Well, you gonna talk to her?” He asks, refilling my glass. “Because here’s your fucking chance.” He leans in closer. He murmurs as she gets closer to the bar, and the muffled sound of her heels increases.
“Another rum and coke?” Mike asks, putting on his bartender charm.
She hands him her empty glass and nods. She’s next to me, so fucking close that I could touch her.
She smells fucking delicious. What is that, cookies?
God, I would love to taste her. I bet she would taste better than the baked goods she smells like.
She would be like my own delicacy that I would happily eat over and over again.
I turn my head just past my right shoulder, just enough so she can see that it’s me.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” My eyes meet hers while I lick bourbon off my bottom lip.
“Lee?!” The pitch in her voice rises, and if you could believe it, her eyes lighten. Did my heart just skip a beat, or did this drink give me indigestion? “What are you doing here?”
“Just doing his rounds,” Mike chimes in, handing Thalia her drink. He smiles again, like it’s a permanent fixture on his face.
“What he means is, that’s my rum you’re drinking.
” I smile, watching her take a sip. Her long, black nails wrap around the glass, and once again, I think about how nice they would be wrapped around my dick.
Her full red lips cover the square rim of the glass.
She licks the drops of rum off the top of her lip.
I wonder what else her tongue could do. My cock hardens at the idea.
“Does Pour Decisions supply every bar in the city?” She asks slowly as she sets the glass down on the bar. Her eyes peek through her full eyelashes and hooded eyes.
“It supplies anywhere I want it to, Sweetheart.” I follow suit and set my glass down next to hers.
“What made you want to come out to a bar? Don’t you get enough during work hours?
” I move a step closer. My thigh is now touching her fishnets just below her skirt.
If I move my knee in just the right way, her skirt would leave me even less to imagine.
“I could ask you the same question.” She moves in towards me, barely leaving any space between us. The soft texture of her mesh sleeve brushes across the tattoos on my bare arms. If we were any closer, I would be inside of her. That’s not a bad idea.
Thalia’s chest moves faster under her sheer shirt.
Her black bra stands out beneath the bright red mesh even in the dim lights.
Seeing her chest rise makes my skin hot.
I pick up my glass and take another drink of my bourbon, leaving it nearly empty, before I set it down on the small, square napkin in front of me.
Her eyes are on me through every movement I make.
I’m not sure whose heartbeat is louder, hers or mine.
“Do you normally go out on the town wearing short skirts and fishnets?” I counter, slowly scanning down her body.
“I don’t normally go out.” She laughs, her hand still tightly wrapped around her glass as her lips meet the rim again. My eyes stop at those perfect lips, thinking of how they would feel going down my chest to my hips.
“What made you want to?” I ask, trying to conjure up small talk the best I can.
“Jace.” She turns towards him and smiles. He looks over and returns the grin before returning to his phone screen. “What are the chances I would get to see you while I was out on the town?” Yeah, what are the fucking chances?
“How lucky that I was out making my rounds,” I smile.
“I would have never gotten to see you.” My hand moves just above her knee, my fingertips barely touching her thigh, just lifting the hem of her skirt.
Leaning in closer, my lips graze the side of her ear.
My beard gently pushes her hair out of the path of my lips.
I offer just above a whisper, “Do you want to get out of here? I hear the drinks are too expensive and the music is too loud.”
“Fuck yes, I do.” Thalia answers in a volume similar to mine. She turns her head, nearly brushing her red lips against mine, our noses almost touching. “Let me grab my coat and tell Jace.” I eye her walk over to her table and grab my glass, drinking what is left of the bourbon.
“Looks like you’re done making your rounds,” Mike comments, wiping the space of the bar in front of him. His smirk is still planted on his lips. Hell, it never went away .
“I guess so.” I offer him a beam of my own and turn to face Thalia.
“Ready?” Thalia asks, meeting me at the bar. You have no fucking idea, Sweetheart.