Easy Little Lick (Copperline #3) Read Online Free PDF

if I ever really would. She seemed so cautious and hyper-aware, and I ached a little thinking she might simply remain a wonder that would filter through my consciousness, never to truly come to light.
     

 
     
     

 
    It was the following Friday night. While she’d flashed distant smiles my way over the past week, Ilsa had kept her distance. She was aware of me, though. I could feel the constant energy between us. I wanted more of it, to feed off it.
    So I’d arrived at the Copperline earlier than usual that night. I needed fuel to play, so I generally went and ate before a show. Tonight, however, I ordered it to go and took it with me to the bar to eat. I just kinda wanted some time to hang out before the main crowd surged in. I told myself it was to pump myself up without all the distractions that would be flying in my face later.
    There was a huge distraction, though, in the form of an enigma of a girl that I thought about more and more all the time.
    If I was honest with myself, I was only early because I just wanted to be around Ilsa.
    After a quiet ‘ hey, Cody ’ when I showed up, she went about her usual routine, checking the stock behind the bar, making sure the tables were wiped down. She seemed to be in her own little world, yet still aware of my presence as I ate my burger and fries and tried really hard not to watch her.
    It was an almost impossible task.
    I’d sat at the section of the bar that was angled right into the wall, primarily so I could lean back while I ate and, thus, be able to look around the room. I’d be able to kind of surreptitiously be with Ilsa. Maybe I could catch her eye and she’d chat with me a little.
    Karma kicked me in the ass for being a creep, though. As I sat there, Pauline sashayed in and slid onto the stool next to me.
    Fuck.
    “Hey, Cody,” she said with a flirty tilt to her head. She reached over and grabbed a French fry from my dinner, running it along her lips before she took a small, snapping bite.
    “Pauline,” I murmured. Please go away , I thought to myself. Please, please. I didn’t know much about Ilsa, but I figured my chances of getting to know her better would be severely hindered by Pauline’s presence.
    Pauline sort of forced my undivided attention. I couldn’t very well face the wall, and, as much as I really didn’t want her there, it went against my nature to be a total dick, especially since I had nailed Pauline once in the past. I didn’t want to be one of those guys. Not that I wanted a relationship with the woman, but I didn’t want to be an asshole to her either.
    So, I just kind of continued to eat, hoping she’d get the hint and go away.
    She didn’t.
    She reached over for another French fry, brushing her breast against my forearm. I leaned back and out of her way, but she leaned into me even more, making me think that maybe I did need to be a dick.
    “You can have these if you want,” I said, pushing the fries over to her in an attempt to keep her further away. “I’m full.”
    “Don’t you need to eat?” Trailing a long fingernail down the thick muscle of my bicep, she ignored the fries and moved closer to me. “You have to keep up your strength for when you’re getting all hot and sweaty on stage.”
    By the time she said ‘ hot ’ and ‘ sweaty ’ in a breathy pout by my ear, I was practically falling off my stool and more-or-less plastered against the wall.
    “Pauline—” I began, but was interrupted by a quiet voice behind me.
    “Cody?”
    It was Ilsa.
    Fuck me.
    I damn near flew from my seat to stand before her. She looked over at Pauline with a quiet ‘ excuse me ’ then back up at me. “Um, could you come help me move a keg? I need to get at a box of wine that’s behind it, but I can’t budge the damn thing.”
    I damn near said I’d move a fucking mountain for her, but I didn’t think she’d be too receptive to something like that from me. We’d known each other, played this little cat and mouse, for