behind him. “So, bartender, what do you recommend?”
You stripped and splayed on this countertop, and my mouth between your thighs . The words hovered dangerously close to spilling. He snapped, “I have a name, use it.”
Snagging the cloth from the lower shelf, he wiped down the wooden counter and moved away from her. He would never apologize for kissing—or in her case—biting her. He still couldn’t believe he’d done that. The moment he’d seen her, it was like he had to mark her or something.
“Any harder and you’re sure to peel off the varnish,” Zac murmured, leaning against the counter. Damn, the last person he wanted sniffing around right now. “Wonder who’s got you all twisted up?”
Riley ignored him. A second passed, then a low whistle. “If it’s that sexy little thing with miles of black hair who’s shooting you laser looks, I’d be quite happy to take her off your hands.”
“Don’t you have work to do?” he snapped.
Zac smirked and ran a hand over his crew cut, having gotten the response he aimed for. Damn idiot. Zac directed his attention to Saia’s friend. “Niki, girl, bar crawling again?”
The redhead flirting with Austin turned. “Zac?” Her grin widened in pleasure. “Yep. What better place then Satire’s to unwind after a hard day?” She slung her arm around Saia’s waist, pulling her away. “Zac, this is Saia, my bestie. I'm hooking up with friends to introduce her to some real fun.”
“Then you’ve come to the right place.” Zac tossed two shit-faced drunks off their stools so the females could sit.
“Hello, Zac,” Saia said. Her sexy, smoky voice made Zac stare longer. Riley had to quell the urge to punch his friend.
Saia looked back then, a sudden twinkle in her dark eyes. “Oh, Riley, a pear martini for me, and a vodka tonic for Niki.”
In his long life, no female had tested him they way she did.
His little tormentor was going straight for his jugular; she didn't even seem to care if she stomped on his balls along the way to get even.
“Yoo-hoo, cupcaaaake .” The umbrella female waved her arm like a broken windmill then shoved a paper napkin toward him. “Here, my number. Call me.”
He ignored her as he readied Saia’s and her friend’s drinks.
“Riley, sugaaaaar,” the umbrella woman sang again.
Saia turned, cut the female a sharp look then glanced at him. “Seems like your girlfriend’s getting a little impatient there.” She nodded at the loopy woman sprawled over the counter, waving the cocktail umbrella at him. He set their drinks down with a little thud. “I don’t do girlfriends.”
“Yeah?” Her gaze contemplative, she picked up her glass, her lips caressing the rim… slowly, so fucking slow before she took a sip.
Images of what that mouth could do to his body had his cock straining against his fly.
Saia looked back at the attractive, but totally pissed-out-of-her-mind female. Then her eyes widened. “Oh…” She set the glass down. “Oh,” she repeated, appearing shocked out of her trouble-making mind.
What ? He nearly snarled but bit back the word. He didn’t want to get into this debate with her. But her light scent clouded his mind and made him want to do something reckless like stroke her face. He’d already given in to the impulse once and sucked her lip. Touching her again would be a big fucking mistake.
As he readied another drink order, Saia leaned closer to the drunken woman, her trouble-making dimple coming into play, and that he didn't trust at all.
“He’s gay, ya know…” she whispered. The woman blinked at Saia then slurred something. Saia nodded as if she understood that sloshed garble. “Oh, no, he’s not happy , he likes playing for his own team…”
“Damn shame,” the woman moaned. “Whasha w-waste.”
Riley ignored his customers and simply stared at Saia.
She smiled sweetly, picked up her drink. “Check…and mate.”
He struggled against the urge to drag her across the
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