Page 13 of Old-Fashioned

Her eyes lighted and she winked, shot straight to my freaking heart, “Let me serve these then I’ll tell you.”

And my eyes found themselves ignoring everyone and anything except her.

I waited until she served the beers then I watched, shaking my head, trying to fight a smile as she skipped up to the bar.

At the end, I leaned on my forearms and waited.

She didn’t disappoint when she asked, “Okay, what was the last thing you heard?”

“You had just ended with his dick being hard after he watched you walk to him,” I told her, trying not to growl.

She grinned, and I stood there, amazed as I watched a light turn on in eyes so fucking dark that it was a wonder you could even make out the pupil. But what I found truly stunning, were the flecks of gold.

Thankfully, she started talking before I could slide down that proverbial rabbit hole.

“So, I said that I was sorry, but any time a girl gets dressed up, and she knows the food is going to be excellent, she doesn’t let anything deter her from that.”

I nodded; I could see this. Totally see this.

“Okay,” I waited for her to continue.

“Then he asked me if I had ever experienced the lady version of having blue balls,” she said with wide eyes.

I chuckled at that, “Not sure that’s a thing.”

Was I going to comment on how close our faces were, fucking no, because then that might cause her to pull away from me, and I wasn’t fucking having that, not when she whispered, “Me neither.”

I couldn’t have her. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the hell out of these moments.

“So, I told him that I unfortunately didn’t know how that felt, but I did know how it felt for me when I kick a guy in the balls who doesn’t have enough respect for me. I know the power I get when I land my three-inch heel in his balls and he thinks just because he buys me dinner, he automatically gets to be inside my body.”

“Right. Fucking. On.” I told her.

She smiled, “Well, he didn’t like that. Like not at all. And I knew this when he looked at me with disgust. Me? Right. Then he stood up, tossed his napkin down, and said, that he didn’t come to dinner to be teased with, and then he walked out of the restaurant.”

Then I watched as her eyes got even brighter and I wondered how the fuck that was possible, “Apparently, the owner heard the whole thing, came by, gave me a high five, and told me whatever I wanted was on the house for saying something that all mankind needed to know.”

I chuckled, and was about to open my mouth, and ask where she ate and if the food was indeed good. However, our moment was ruined when Jewell stepped up to the counter and said, “You know, Abel, that shirt brings your eyes out.”

I didn’t say a word to her, I simply looked at Birdie and wanted to smash my fist into something when I saw that the light in her eyes was gone.

That motherfucking…

Birdie, smiled a soft smile at me, grabbed her tray, and went to check on her tables, I didn’t say anything to Jewell, just straightened and went back to making drinks.

Isla came up beside me and muttered, “That girl needs to get a fucking clue.”

I looked at her, looked at where her eyes were trained, and saw Jewell hitting on a man with a wedding ring.

Internally I was agreeing with her, I shook my head and took another order.

It was an hour later when a group of young men walked in, scanned the place, then walked to a table.

I held my breath, hoping like fuck they would take a seat there; however, they continued walking to the one section I didn’t fucking want them to be in.

In her section.

I watched as she looked over her shoulder smiled at them once they sat down, and then finished taking an order.

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