Page 4 of Brassy Bigwig

I place our order then tell the bartender I’ll be right back to pick them up. Heading around the end of the bar to the bathrooms, I take a deep breath. I need to chill out where this girl is concerned.

The ink on my divorce papers is barely dry, and the last thing I want or need is to get involved with someone else right now. That’s partly how I got myself into this mess anyway. As I round the corner past the bar, I run head-on into someone else.

“Ma Kala den prosexeis!” Watch out!

This théa has me so riled up, I’m about to lose my shit on this person when I’m just as much to blame. My irritation is very short-lived as a light, floral scent fills my nose, and my eyes latch onto the sparkling, blue stare of none other than théa mou.

Her eyes are the color of the sea, and they run just as deep. My mind is momentarily paralyzed by her beauty, whereas my body reacts like that of a sixteen-year-old boy.

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaims.

Her eyes catch on mine, and I watch as her pupils dilate when she realizes who she’s run into.

“No, please,” I protest. “The fault was all mine, théa.”

I lift the corner of my mouth slightly as I use the nickname she doesn’t know I’ve given her. She narrows her eyes at me, barely, but it’s noticeable. Nodding her head slightly, she tucks her hair behind her ear and walks around me, back toward the chair where her friend is still flirting with the waiter. Watching her tanned, bikini-clad ass sashay away from me for the second time this week, it’s getting harder to let her go.

My cock agrees with me.

Today, she has on a black bikini with some type of cream-colored, crocheted sarong tied around her waist that looks more like a fishing net than a cover-up. Her suit isn’t cut high or too revealing like the suits some of the other girls out here are wearing, but that’s just fine by me. It leaves a little more to the imagination.

It takes me longer than I’d care to admit to use the restroom because I had to wait for my erection to die down before I could go. I would have been fine if not for running into her, but you’ll never hear me complain about that. Once I’m finished, I wash my hands, grab our drinks from the bar, and return to my seat.

“Here you go,” I grab Dex’s attention and hand him his and Bianca’s drinks.

“Thanks, man.”

“So, D,” Bianca chimes in, “Dex and I are thinking about heading up to Little Venice tonight for some drinks and dancing. Are you in?”

In an effort to delay my “no”, I take a drink of my beer. The cold, crisp taste of hops and citrus slide down my hot, parched throat.

The first sip is always the best.

“I might let you crazy kids go out by yourselves tonight,” I respond after a few moments. “I’m not sure I’m up for it.”

I laugh inwardly. Dex and Bianca are older than I am, but I feel like an old man at the moment.

“You know what you need, don’t you?” Dex encourages.

“What’s that, Dex?”

This ought to be good.

“You need to get laid, my friend.”

A dry laugh escapes my mouth. “I think that’s what got me in to the mess I’m in.”

“D. How many times do I have to tell you? Your… mishap wasn’t what killed your marriage. You checked out a few years ago when Emilia’s grip on your balls began to tighten. Way before what happened between you and Kendra. Christ, for all you know, she was fucking whatever his name is long before Kendra got her claws in to you.”

“Grant. And thank you for that thought, Dex,” I mutter sarcastically, tipping my beer in his direction.

“Look, all I’m saying is now that your divorce is final, Emilia and her games are out of your life for good. I know it’s been a long and tiring journey for you. I just think it's time you begin your new life as a born-again bachelor.”

As glad as I am about having Emilia and all of her bullshit behind me, as much as I would love to sink my cock inside of another woman and try to forget about the past year—fuck,the past ten years—I just don’t think I’m ready for it.

My eyes shoot to théa again. She’s currently in a fit of laughter over something, and I desperately want to know what it is. More than that, I need to know why this girl is holding so much of my attention hostage.

Maybe I could be ready for something if it were with the right person…

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