that it won’t happen tonight. So”—he looked at me from under his lashes, exuding the full force of his magnetic charm—“let’s go.”
I pressed my lips together. Now that I needed him, the game had become particularly risky. I had to be stubborn but not impossible. “Nope.”
His face fell, and he walked away, but then he came back, frustrated and flustered. “Goddamn, lady, quit busting my balls!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why do you want me to go out with you so badly? Did you make a bet or something?”
“Because you keep telling me no!”
I offered a half smile. “So, if I go, you’ll leave me alone?”
“Why would I ask you out again? You think I enjoy getting shot down?”
“You must.”
“It just … doesn’t happen … to me.” The thought simmered. He was clearly unhappy.
“Now, I really want to tell you to kick rocks.”
“Lady,” he said, struggling to rein in his temper, “just have a couple of drinks with me. I won’t even walk you home. I swear.”
“Fine.” I reached behind me, pulling my apron tie loose with one tug. I wrapped the strings around my tips and then put it behind the counter. “Let’s go enjoy our last night together.”
He held out his hand. “It’s about fucking time.”
I let my hand fit snugly inside of his as he led me through the front door. His skin on mine made me feel warm all over, soaking into my pores, thawing a part of me that had been cold for a long time.
A quick glance over my shoulder, I could see Phaedra and Chuck waving good-bye with matching devilish grins on their faces.
Taylor pulled me across the street, not even mentioning my thrift-store jeans or the fact that I smelled like the Bucksaw. I stepped up onto the curb and continued half a block to a growing line in front of Cowboys, the country-western bar.
“Really?” I complained.
Taylor gestured to a guy at the entrance and then pulled me past the more appropriately dressed women who weren’t lucky enough to know the bouncer.
“Hey!”
“No fair!”
“That’s bullshit, Darren!”
I tugged on Taylor’s hand, forcing him to stop.
“Darren Michaels,” I said to my former high school classmate.
“Falyn Fairchild,” Darren said. His body nearly filled the entire doorframe, his too-small black shirt stretched over the muscles hiding under his tanning bed–browned skin.
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
Darren chuckled. “Since I turned twenty-one, Falyn. You really should leave the Bucksaw once in a while.”
“Very funny,” I said as Taylor pulled me past Darren into the bar.
We passed the windows where women were taking money for the cover charge. One of the women behind the counter saw us but didn’t even attempt to get Taylor’s attention, instead looking to the next people in line.
“Are you using your frequent-flier miles?” I asked loud enough for him to hear me over the music.
Taylor smiled, and I pushed down the ridiculous fluttering in my chest.
“Want a beer?” he asked.
“No.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a wine-cooler girl.” When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Cocktail? Whiskey? I give up.”
“I don’t drink.”
“You don’t … huh?”
His confused expression made me grin.
“I don’t drink,” I said, enunciating each word.
“I don’t understand.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I drink,” he said. “I also smoke. But that’s one thing they won’t let me do in here.”
“Disgusting. I’m even less attracted to you than before.”
Taylor was unfazed, leading me to a tall table. He waited until I climbed onto a stool.
“I’m going to grab a beer,” he said. “You sure you don’t want anything? Water? Soda?”
“I’ll take a water. What are you smiling about?”
“You just said you were attracted to me.” His self-satisfied smile was contagious.
“Yeah, but that was before you spoke.”
Taylor’s smile immediately vanished. “You’re so fucking mean. It’s disturbing that I like it so
I pressed my lips together. Now that I needed him, the game had become particularly risky. I had to be stubborn but not impossible. “Nope.”
His face fell, and he walked away, but then he came back, frustrated and flustered. “Goddamn, lady, quit busting my balls!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why do you want me to go out with you so badly? Did you make a bet or something?”
“Because you keep telling me no!”
I offered a half smile. “So, if I go, you’ll leave me alone?”
“Why would I ask you out again? You think I enjoy getting shot down?”
“You must.”
“It just … doesn’t happen … to me.” The thought simmered. He was clearly unhappy.
“Now, I really want to tell you to kick rocks.”
“Lady,” he said, struggling to rein in his temper, “just have a couple of drinks with me. I won’t even walk you home. I swear.”
“Fine.” I reached behind me, pulling my apron tie loose with one tug. I wrapped the strings around my tips and then put it behind the counter. “Let’s go enjoy our last night together.”
He held out his hand. “It’s about fucking time.”
I let my hand fit snugly inside of his as he led me through the front door. His skin on mine made me feel warm all over, soaking into my pores, thawing a part of me that had been cold for a long time.
A quick glance over my shoulder, I could see Phaedra and Chuck waving good-bye with matching devilish grins on their faces.
Taylor pulled me across the street, not even mentioning my thrift-store jeans or the fact that I smelled like the Bucksaw. I stepped up onto the curb and continued half a block to a growing line in front of Cowboys, the country-western bar.
“Really?” I complained.
Taylor gestured to a guy at the entrance and then pulled me past the more appropriately dressed women who weren’t lucky enough to know the bouncer.
“Hey!”
“No fair!”
“That’s bullshit, Darren!”
I tugged on Taylor’s hand, forcing him to stop.
“Darren Michaels,” I said to my former high school classmate.
“Falyn Fairchild,” Darren said. His body nearly filled the entire doorframe, his too-small black shirt stretched over the muscles hiding under his tanning bed–browned skin.
“I didn’t know you worked here.”
Darren chuckled. “Since I turned twenty-one, Falyn. You really should leave the Bucksaw once in a while.”
“Very funny,” I said as Taylor pulled me past Darren into the bar.
We passed the windows where women were taking money for the cover charge. One of the women behind the counter saw us but didn’t even attempt to get Taylor’s attention, instead looking to the next people in line.
“Are you using your frequent-flier miles?” I asked loud enough for him to hear me over the music.
Taylor smiled, and I pushed down the ridiculous fluttering in my chest.
“Want a beer?” he asked.
“No.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a wine-cooler girl.” When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Cocktail? Whiskey? I give up.”
“I don’t drink.”
“You don’t … huh?”
His confused expression made me grin.
“I don’t drink,” I said, enunciating each word.
“I don’t understand.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I drink,” he said. “I also smoke. But that’s one thing they won’t let me do in here.”
“Disgusting. I’m even less attracted to you than before.”
Taylor was unfazed, leading me to a tall table. He waited until I climbed onto a stool.
“I’m going to grab a beer,” he said. “You sure you don’t want anything? Water? Soda?”
“I’ll take a water. What are you smiling about?”
“You just said you were attracted to me.” His self-satisfied smile was contagious.
“Yeah, but that was before you spoke.”
Taylor’s smile immediately vanished. “You’re so fucking mean. It’s disturbing that I like it so
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