Page 126 of Revelation

She grits her teeth.

It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing. Fuck, I love Jealous Kat. She’s never sexier than when she’s plotting a murder.

I quickly turn my attention back to my new brunette admirer. My gut tells me letting Jealous Kat simmer for a little while longer will only make this porno hotter in the end. Plus, I’m not one hundred percent sure how this particular porno’s supposed to play itself out. I know Kat’s on a date with Boring Blane and I’m the hot bartender who catches her eye. That part is clear. But the rest is kind of nebulous. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna slip me a note. Yeah, that’s it. She’s supposed to slip me a napkin with a note scribbled on it. And then we fuck in the bathroom. And then she returns to her date like nothing even happened. Fucking hot.

“Sorry, Lucy,” I say. “I got distracted there for a second. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Yeah, if you could tell the owner you want me to get the job, I’d be grateful. Seems like a cool place.”

“Sure, Josh. My friends and I come in here about once a week after work. You’d be a sight for sore eyes after a long day, that’s for sure.”

I flash her my most charming smile. “Thanks. You’re a sweetheart.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Oh, my. You’readorable.” She bites her lip. “Absolutely adorable.” She leans in. “How late are you working tonight?”

I lean in. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Well, let me know when you find out,” she whispers.

I grin. “First things first, lemme get you that screaming orgasm.”

“If I get my way, that’ll be first things first. Second things second. And third things third.”

Oh shit. This woman is a fucking carnivore. Were women this savage when I was tending bar at twenty-two? Shit, if they were, I don’t remember it quite this way. If I weren’t here to deliver a porno-fantasy to the woman of my dreams tonight, I’d no doubt be banging this woman to within an inch of her life an hour from now. Jesus God.

“Just a second, Lucy. I’ve got a customer flagging me down at the other end of the bar. Your screaming orgasm will be coming right up.” I wink.

As I walk the length of the bar toward Kat, I feel like a man walking a gangplank. She looks literally homicidal. Damn, she’s gorgeous. Especially when she’s in terrorist mode. I have the sudden impulse to leap over the bar and take her into my arms and kiss the hell out of her, but this slow burn is way too hot to fuck with. Kat’s got fantasy-pornos playing in her head? Well, I guess it turns out I do, too. She’s jealous of the man-eater down at the other end of the bar? Well, good. It’ll only make sex in the bathroom that much better.

I come to a halt immediately across the bar from Jonas and Kat. My brother looks like he wants to throttle me and Kat looks like she wants to filet me and cut off my balls.

“Hey, guys,” I say. “Welcome to The Pine Box.” I push two napkins in front of them, my eyes fixed on Kat. “Hey, beautiful,” I whisper. “Man, are you a sight for lonely eyes. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week, babe.”

Kat bites her lip. Her chest is rising and falling visibly. (And, damn, what a fine looking chest it is, especially in the cleavage-baring blouse she’s got on.)

“Hey, bartender,” Kat says, her voice tight. She clenches her jaw. “I’ve been dying to see you, too.” Her cheeks flush. “Surprised to see you working the crowd so well.”

I shrug. “It’s what bartenders do, babe. Can’t keep a fish from swimming.”

She practically snarls.

“So, you two on a date tonight? Lemme guess. Did you two kids meet online?”

Jonas rolls his eyes, clearly not willing to play along.

I laugh. “What can I get you? Drinks are on me.”

“What are you having, Jonas?” Kat asks.

“I’d like the most complicated and annoying drink you can possibly imagine. Something that literallypainsyou to make because it’s so fucking involved. I don’t normally drink because I’m a professional baseball player and I’m highly disciplined during the season, mind you, but for some reason now that I’m seeing you here, acting like a total douchebag”—he motions to the other end of the bar—“all I wanna do is cause you maximumpain.”

I glance down the bar in the direction Jonas has indicated. Lucy is biting her fingertip, watching me, her eyes burning like hot coals.

I clear my throat. “Hey, bro. Noproblemo. I know exactly what to make you. I’ve got the perfect drink for you.” I look at Kat. “And you, miss? What can I do for you? My wish is your command.”

I can almost hear Kat’s heart beating from here.

She’s so fucking gorgeous, she’s causing me pain.

I shouldn’t do it—I know I shouldn’t—it’s obviously not part of the role-play—but I can’t resist. I’ve missed her too much not to feed my addiction right fucking now.

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