more drinks, and TDH was there when I turned around. I involuntarily beamed a wide smile at him. Again. Breathe, Kins...
"Hey, can I get you something? Did you like the Perfect Pour, or would you like something different?" I had to yell to be heard over Jase and the band. He leaned in very close to my ear. My pulse picked up. He smelled so good. Obsession and leather from the jacket he was wearing. I tried not to inhale too sharply, though I wanted to. Obsession has always been a fave of mine. My daddy used to wear it at one point.
His breath was hot against my ear. "The Perfect Pour was exactly that. You nailed it." Sweet! He pulled back, giving me a rewarding smile. Oh, his smile was one that you felt down to your toes. Bright, wholesome, perfect. My own toes were curling in my shoes at the moment. He leaned back in, "I will have another if you don't mind. I'll take it here at the bar, I'd rather watch from here, Miss James." Did I mention my heart was pounding? I had the slightest hope that maybe he was hitting on me.
Just then Kayleigh bounced up to my side and beamed her own bright smile at him. Her blonde hair was pulled back with a black bow at the base of her ponytail, complimenting all that pep nicely. "Hi! I don't believe we have met, I'm Kayleigh, Kinsley's friend and lovely co-worker." She extended her hand, and I noticed he only shook it. Not the kiss he gave mine. "If you need anything while Kinsley is busy, I will be more than happy to take care of it." Her voice was intentionally husky, and she made sure she was leaning down to give him a look at her cleavage as she spoke, alluding to just exactly what she would be willing to take care of. She resumed her peppy persona and walked away, a little extra sway to her hips as she winked at him over her shoulder.
Oh brother, that girl, that was Kay. She was wild, fun, openly slutty, but somehow you couldn't hate her for it. Hmmm, come to think of it she was like a female version of Jase! How funny that I had never put that together before. You would think that the two of them would be perfect for each other, but they actually couldn't stand to think of one another that way. Maybe they were too much alike. Kindreds?
I served him the Blue Label neat in a snifter alongside another glass of ice water and gave him a cocktail napkin as he watched Kay bounce away. Should've known. I am just another insignificant woman in a bar that he wanted to flirt with. Oh well. I served a few flirty regulars down the way, and my smile was back in place as though it had never left. Mission accomplished.
When I turned back around to put some more nuts on the bar, Keane was holding the stem of his glass between his middle and ring fingers, swirling the liquor around. Whoa! His eyes were traveling my body and were soon glued to my own eyes. Oh my, like I said earlier, the way a man chooses to drink, and what he drinks, can say wonders about his personality. My Perfect Pour was a bit of a test to feel him out. I was now trying not to feel this guy so much. He sipped slowly, holding my gaze as though challenging me. Like he knew! Damn! Once again my heart was pounding, and I prayed like hell that the heat in my cheeks was not outwardly showing. He was definitely hitting on me, and he wasn't even saying a word! Jase's slow, melancholy voice in the background only served to make the moment more intense. I could read him loud and clear; a guy who liked to take his time in all the right ways. Nice.
"Thanks for the drink." Jeez, sir, any freakin’ time.
He got up from his stool and slapped too much money on the bar. I had to swallow and force myself to breathe through the thick fog-like feeling I was having right now. He just smiled knowingly at me. Damn player. Jase was introducing Keane for the next song to play the harmonica as he worked his way toward the stage,
"Hey, can I get you something? Did you like the Perfect Pour, or would you like something different?" I had to yell to be heard over Jase and the band. He leaned in very close to my ear. My pulse picked up. He smelled so good. Obsession and leather from the jacket he was wearing. I tried not to inhale too sharply, though I wanted to. Obsession has always been a fave of mine. My daddy used to wear it at one point.
His breath was hot against my ear. "The Perfect Pour was exactly that. You nailed it." Sweet! He pulled back, giving me a rewarding smile. Oh, his smile was one that you felt down to your toes. Bright, wholesome, perfect. My own toes were curling in my shoes at the moment. He leaned back in, "I will have another if you don't mind. I'll take it here at the bar, I'd rather watch from here, Miss James." Did I mention my heart was pounding? I had the slightest hope that maybe he was hitting on me.
Just then Kayleigh bounced up to my side and beamed her own bright smile at him. Her blonde hair was pulled back with a black bow at the base of her ponytail, complimenting all that pep nicely. "Hi! I don't believe we have met, I'm Kayleigh, Kinsley's friend and lovely co-worker." She extended her hand, and I noticed he only shook it. Not the kiss he gave mine. "If you need anything while Kinsley is busy, I will be more than happy to take care of it." Her voice was intentionally husky, and she made sure she was leaning down to give him a look at her cleavage as she spoke, alluding to just exactly what she would be willing to take care of. She resumed her peppy persona and walked away, a little extra sway to her hips as she winked at him over her shoulder.
Oh brother, that girl, that was Kay. She was wild, fun, openly slutty, but somehow you couldn't hate her for it. Hmmm, come to think of it she was like a female version of Jase! How funny that I had never put that together before. You would think that the two of them would be perfect for each other, but they actually couldn't stand to think of one another that way. Maybe they were too much alike. Kindreds?
I served him the Blue Label neat in a snifter alongside another glass of ice water and gave him a cocktail napkin as he watched Kay bounce away. Should've known. I am just another insignificant woman in a bar that he wanted to flirt with. Oh well. I served a few flirty regulars down the way, and my smile was back in place as though it had never left. Mission accomplished.
When I turned back around to put some more nuts on the bar, Keane was holding the stem of his glass between his middle and ring fingers, swirling the liquor around. Whoa! His eyes were traveling my body and were soon glued to my own eyes. Oh my, like I said earlier, the way a man chooses to drink, and what he drinks, can say wonders about his personality. My Perfect Pour was a bit of a test to feel him out. I was now trying not to feel this guy so much. He sipped slowly, holding my gaze as though challenging me. Like he knew! Damn! Once again my heart was pounding, and I prayed like hell that the heat in my cheeks was not outwardly showing. He was definitely hitting on me, and he wasn't even saying a word! Jase's slow, melancholy voice in the background only served to make the moment more intense. I could read him loud and clear; a guy who liked to take his time in all the right ways. Nice.
"Thanks for the drink." Jeez, sir, any freakin’ time.
He got up from his stool and slapped too much money on the bar. I had to swallow and force myself to breathe through the thick fog-like feeling I was having right now. He just smiled knowingly at me. Damn player. Jase was introducing Keane for the next song to play the harmonica as he worked his way toward the stage,
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