Chapter 44 One Night Stand (1)
When she walked through those doors, she caught my eye. Tanned skin, curvy and full, luscious hair to go with. I smirked to myself. I was used to seeing pretty ladies in the Lacrosse bar. So, I was forced to drag my eyes away from her body.
She wore a denim jacket over a white short dress that clung to her perfect shape. Her studded nipples protruded through her dress, she still didn't care about the pairs of eyes that peered at her. She was a sight to behold, flopping her hair as she sashayed to the counter.
"Hello," she smiled at me, a perfect dentition. "A glass of Margarita for me, please."
"Good evening, ma'am. Coming up," I twirled to settle her order.
Her eyes swept around the hall, rolling her eyes as one of those randy men walked up to her.
"Hello, pretty lady," He was overdressed, thick beret over his head, a dark shirt on jean trousers and blue shoes, and a heavy overall jacket.
"I'm not interested," she faked a smile at him.
"I haven't even stated anything. You know, you could be more interested," he touched her naked arm.
She glared up at him, then slapped his hand off. "Whatever you have to say, I'm not interested," she bared her teeth at him, picked up her margarita then began to sip.
The older man wouldn't give up. "I got money," he added.
"Who cares about your money?" She asked him.
It wrenched my stomach to a fault. He was harassing the lady who didn't want anything to do with him. Why wouldn't he back the fuck off?
"She's with me, Floki," I told him. I recognized him, he did want every pretty woman for himself. Everyone who knew Floki knew what he was capable of.
Floki raked his gaze on me. "Nah, you're lying, Leo."
"Do I have to prove a point, Floki? Back off, she's my girlfriend. I need not warn you twice." I twitched my brows.
Floki cast cold eyes on me, nodded then started walking off. The lady turned her eyes on me.
"Thank you," she mouthed at me.
"You don't need to thank me," I winked at her going about my business.
I went about my business while she watched me ward off other randy predators coming her way. She wouldn't leave, yet she wouldn't stop staring at me. Her pretty blue eyes could read my every move. She requested another glass of Margarita, never taking her eyes off me. So, I was forced to say something to her.
"You're okay? You've been staring at me for ages," I chuckled, rolling up my sleeves as I revealed my muscles.
Her eyes ran over my exposed flesh, while her tongue flickered across her lips. "You know it's quite odd for a guy like you to do something for a girl like me and not request her contact," she smirked.
I laughed at that. "I'm a bartender, that doesn't align with my job. Besides, I do understand the hectics of one being sexually or physically harassed. Any man would have done what I did to save you." I explained.
She seemed quite taken aback. "When do you close?"
My brows furrowed. "Why is that? Should I be scared?"
"You don't have to be scared, Leo. I just like you. You seem like the sort of guy that respects a woman. I do not mind you coming over to my place after work." She pouted.
She was inviting me over to her place? Woah, that was a whole lot. I barely even know her, other than she wouldn't take her eyes off me.
"Please," she begged, "I promise to make it worth your while."
"Ok, okay. I humbly oblige," I raised both of my hands as if at a gunshot range. "I'll do you the honor."
Towards dawn, I stripped myself of my uniform and wore my slacks and top. When I walked towards her, her head was bent on the counter, sleeping. Then I shook her, she woke up startled by my touch.
"Hey, hey, it's me, Leo," I grabbed her arms, tilting her to face me before she tripped from her seat.
She sniffed, squinting her eyes at me. She was damn sexy up close, with full fluttering lashes and full lips. I tried desperately to stick my eyes to her eyes, cursing myself not to look at her fun bags. They were rather full, mesmerizing, and inviting.
"It is you," she laughed pulling me close.
"Have you been crying?" I noted, touching her face. My fingers grazed her lips no matter how I slid my fingers away.
"Not really, something must have fallen into my eyes," she chuckled.
I was no fool to be lied to. Someone must have broken her heart. Who would do such a thing to her?
"Can you walk? I'll drive," I said.
We entered her car, it was an exquisite 1953 Porsche 550. Was she that wealthy to have bought herself a car? I asked myself. I started the car as words of her residence tripped from her lips.
Her house was another sight to behold. A mansion, with massive brass gates at the edge of the road.
"Who owns this house?" I asked her, as she pushed the doors open.
"My father bought me this house for my 19th birthday," she responded, pulling off her heels.
I didn't quite understand what was going on. 19th? She didn't look anything like it. I wasn't going to have anything with her. Hell, she was the same age as my younger sister.
"Hold on again," I grabbed her arm, pulling her into me.
Her chest meshed into my body, she gasped, her eyes fluttering to my lips. "How old are you again?" My voice was low, squashed beneath her alluring eyes.
She eyed my lips, bringing her face an inch closer. "I'm not 19, Leo. Don't be scared. I'm 25," she said.
We stared on in silence until she planted her scarlet lips on mine.