week.”
“Okay.” That could actually work in my favor, depending on what happened. “We’ll make it your last night on the town.”
She seemed confused, but she agreed. “Whatever you say.” Putting the gun down, she leaned back and stretched. Her skinny torso lengthened, and I couldn’t help thinking of a cat. “All done.”
Holding my arm up, I twisted it around. “I like it. Thanks.” We walked back to the front, and I handed her my card to pay. “So I’ll pick you up here tomorrow night at… what?”
“I should be finished here by seven-thirty.” She handed my card back with a receipt and the standard after-tat directions and care kit. The look in her eyes was interested but still cautious, which was fine. The feeling was mutual.
I signed the papers and gave her a wink. “See you tomorrow.”
Chapter 3 – Dangerously Sweet
Kenny was a different person on Friday. Well, she was dressed similarly to the day before in a filmy blue top over a black tank with skinny jeans, but the resistance seemed gone. She teetered out on blue-suede stilettos that let her toenails (also painted black) peep out, and she greeted me with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, sending that sugary perfume all around me. She was like a licorice pixie stick in heels.
“Nice shoes,” I said.
She narrowed one eye as she continued past me. “I’ll see if they come in your size.”
Her smart remark caught me by surprise, but I liked it. Feisty was always a win in my book. It usually translated to hot sex, which was potentially somewhere on the table for tonight.
“I’ll take it that’s your way of saying Thank you .” I helped her into my waiting Charger before going to the driver’s side. “You’re too skinny. I’m buying you a pizza before the night’s over.”
She shook her head. “Lactose intolerant.”
“Then we’ll hold the cheese.”
We were headed to O’Harry’s pub, a microbrewery a few blocks away. I figured it was neutral enough for starters. We’d see where it went from there. She was right about one thing, we were an odd couple.
“Is it possible to get pizza without cheese?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll find out.”
Inside the pub, we were two of a handful of patrons, but it was early. I ordered us each a beer before Kenny cut me off. “I’ll have a frozen margarita.”
“I don’t think—” Her black-tipped finger pointed to a swirling frozen drink machine hidden in the back corner. Shaking my head, I had to laugh.
“There are actually people who don’t like beer,” she said in that tone. “Can you believe it?”
It was like I was back in college, buying frozen drinks for underage girls. “How old are you anyway?”
“So we’ve passed the pleasantries and gone straight to rude.”
“Hey, you started it.”
“I’m twenty-four.” Her chin lifted, but I shook my head.
“Baby.” I lifted my beer and took a long sip.
“And you’re…”
“Older than twenty-four.”
Thirty wasn’t that much older, but my conversation with Nikki had me feeling a little superior. She took a hard pull from her straw, and I couldn’t tell if she got any of the frozen drink. I took another easy sip of beer.
“I like this version of you better,” I said. “Yesterday you acted like you either wanted to run or punch me in the mouth.”
“I did not.” That blush was on her cheek again, and I turned on my stool to face her.
“Yes, you did. So why the switch?”
She took another hard pull on the straw, and with a little growl, she pulled the top off the cup, drinking a large mouthful that way. I couldn’t help but grin as she repeated the process and then sat straighter, pushing the long side of her hair over her shoulder.
“After you left, Carl told me you work with Derek, which makes you a good guy.” She cocked a dark brow at me. “But with that body and those hazel eyes, you’re too good-looking. And you know it.”
I exhaled a laugh and turned back to the bar,
“Okay.” That could actually work in my favor, depending on what happened. “We’ll make it your last night on the town.”
She seemed confused, but she agreed. “Whatever you say.” Putting the gun down, she leaned back and stretched. Her skinny torso lengthened, and I couldn’t help thinking of a cat. “All done.”
Holding my arm up, I twisted it around. “I like it. Thanks.” We walked back to the front, and I handed her my card to pay. “So I’ll pick you up here tomorrow night at… what?”
“I should be finished here by seven-thirty.” She handed my card back with a receipt and the standard after-tat directions and care kit. The look in her eyes was interested but still cautious, which was fine. The feeling was mutual.
I signed the papers and gave her a wink. “See you tomorrow.”
Chapter 3 – Dangerously Sweet
Kenny was a different person on Friday. Well, she was dressed similarly to the day before in a filmy blue top over a black tank with skinny jeans, but the resistance seemed gone. She teetered out on blue-suede stilettos that let her toenails (also painted black) peep out, and she greeted me with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, sending that sugary perfume all around me. She was like a licorice pixie stick in heels.
“Nice shoes,” I said.
She narrowed one eye as she continued past me. “I’ll see if they come in your size.”
Her smart remark caught me by surprise, but I liked it. Feisty was always a win in my book. It usually translated to hot sex, which was potentially somewhere on the table for tonight.
“I’ll take it that’s your way of saying Thank you .” I helped her into my waiting Charger before going to the driver’s side. “You’re too skinny. I’m buying you a pizza before the night’s over.”
She shook her head. “Lactose intolerant.”
“Then we’ll hold the cheese.”
We were headed to O’Harry’s pub, a microbrewery a few blocks away. I figured it was neutral enough for starters. We’d see where it went from there. She was right about one thing, we were an odd couple.
“Is it possible to get pizza without cheese?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll find out.”
Inside the pub, we were two of a handful of patrons, but it was early. I ordered us each a beer before Kenny cut me off. “I’ll have a frozen margarita.”
“I don’t think—” Her black-tipped finger pointed to a swirling frozen drink machine hidden in the back corner. Shaking my head, I had to laugh.
“There are actually people who don’t like beer,” she said in that tone. “Can you believe it?”
It was like I was back in college, buying frozen drinks for underage girls. “How old are you anyway?”
“So we’ve passed the pleasantries and gone straight to rude.”
“Hey, you started it.”
“I’m twenty-four.” Her chin lifted, but I shook my head.
“Baby.” I lifted my beer and took a long sip.
“And you’re…”
“Older than twenty-four.”
Thirty wasn’t that much older, but my conversation with Nikki had me feeling a little superior. She took a hard pull from her straw, and I couldn’t tell if she got any of the frozen drink. I took another easy sip of beer.
“I like this version of you better,” I said. “Yesterday you acted like you either wanted to run or punch me in the mouth.”
“I did not.” That blush was on her cheek again, and I turned on my stool to face her.
“Yes, you did. So why the switch?”
She took another hard pull on the straw, and with a little growl, she pulled the top off the cup, drinking a large mouthful that way. I couldn’t help but grin as she repeated the process and then sat straighter, pushing the long side of her hair over her shoulder.
“After you left, Carl told me you work with Derek, which makes you a good guy.” She cocked a dark brow at me. “But with that body and those hazel eyes, you’re too good-looking. And you know it.”
I exhaled a laugh and turned back to the bar,
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