Page 40 of You're All I Need

She sets the case down in front of the short cooler and heads my way. “What’re ya drinking?”

“Just a Coke tonight,” I tell her, reaching for the menu.

“Are you eating?” she asks, dropping a scoop of ice into a glass and filling it with my soft drink of choice.

“Yes,” I tell her, feeling a touch guilty for not just going to have dinner with Stevie and Jack. But, despite knowing I should stay away from Adrienne, my vehicle drove here all by itself.

Okay, not all by itself, but whatever.

“They still have the I’d Smash That burger on special,” she informs me, placing my drink on a company logoed coaster in front of me. She places her elbows on the bar and leans forward. My eyes are instantly drawn to the ample cleavage on display. “My eyes are up here, cowboy.”

A smirk slips across my mouth. “And what beautiful eyes you have, sugar.” I look up just in time to see her roll them.

“Need a minute?” she asks.

“You know me, Adrienne. I need more than a minute. I need several minutes. The more, the merrier.”

A light blush creeps across the apples of her cheeks as she leans in. “I’m well aware of your stamina, Caden. It’s one of my favorite attributes.”

“Yeah?”

Standing up to her full height, she adds, “That and your ass. You could bounce a quarter off it.” She winks at me before spinning around. “I’ll be back in a second to take your order.”

I watch as she heads over to a group of guys seated together in the middle of the bar. They’re watching the game on TV, but there’s no missing the way their eyes check her out every now and then. She offers them refills, which is like an invitation for the guys to flirt. I know. I’m a guy.

I sit back and take in the show. The first guy tries to charm her with his witty comments and big smile, while another one is a little more direct in his interest. The other two guys are married. Even without the wedding bands on their fingers, I’d have them pegged as married instantly. While they don’t miss an opportunity to check out the hot bartender, they don’t watch her with lust-filled eyes. Just two guys appreciating what’s in front of them, but not doing anything more than looking.

She refills their draft beers and taps away on the computer screen. “Holler if you need anything,” she says before turning her attention to me.

“Well, have you decided?” she asks.

“I have,” I tell her, replacing my menu in the holder on the bar. “The special with fries.”

She grins. “That’s what I’m having too,” she informs me, tapping the bar. “I’ll put your order in.”

She returns to the computer and starts touching the screen. Instead of watching the game, like everyone else in the bar, I find myself drawn to her. She heads out to check the tables, refilling a few drinks and clearing off empty baskets of food. When she’s made sure everyone has what they need, she goes to the back room and returns with a bucket of ice. I almost jump up to help her, but she has it handled before I have the chance. She dumps the bucket into a large, covered bin and breaks up any chunks with a metal scoop. I notice a few piecesof ice fall onto the floor, but she just kicks them aside, as if she’s done it a thousand times before. Finally, she returns the bucket to the back room and is called to the kitchen moments later.

When she makes her way back to the bar, she’s carrying two plates of food. My stomach growls as she approaches, my mouth watering in appreciation of a damn good burger. “Here ya go,” she says, setting my plate in front of me.

I notice a second plate of food, which she places on the counter beside mine. “Did I order two meals and not realize it?”

She flashes me a big grin. “No, it’s my dinner. I thought I’d join you, unless you don’t want me to. I could go over there if you’d prefer,” she offers, nodding to where the group of four is sitting at the bar.

I catch the bold one lusting after her ass, which causes some sort of wild reaction in my chest. “Nope, you’re welcome here.” My eyes connect with the other guy’s, and I flash him a cocky smirk. He does a chin lift before returning his gaze to the television screen.

Good.

She’s mine.

But she’s not mine. Not even close. We’re just friends. Friends with benefits, I guess you could say, but now isn’t the time to dissect why my gut starts to twist a little at the thought of Adrienne being friends with benefits with that other guy too.

She grabs the bottle of ketchup and squeezes a large blob into her basket beside her fries. “I’ve been lusting after this burger all night, waiting,” she tells me before taking a large, satisfying bite.

“I’m suddenly very jealous of that burger.”

She giggles, covering her mouth while she chews and swallows. “It doesn’t matter how magical your cock is, cowboy. All I can think about is devouring this smash burger right now.”

My cock jumps in my pants.

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