Page 21 of Denim & Diamonds

February’s eyes fixed on mine. She seemed to be expecting me to say something more, but that wouldn’t be happening. I wasn’t about to admit that I’d looked at that photo for a second, let alone stared at it for several minutes until it became permanently fixed in my brain. Not wanting her to sense any guilt on my face, I moved behind the bar and got to work—or at least pretended to, wiping everything down and arranging bottles, even though the actual bartender on duty tonight was attending to someone right beside me.

Much to my chagrin, February leaned her arms over the counter. “I’d like to order a drink, please.”

“No,” I snapped.

“Excuse me?”

My eyes darted toward her as I stopped wiping. “No.”

She tilted her head. “Why?”

“Because we’re not gonna have a repeat of the other night, where you’re drunk off your ass and I have to pick up the sloppy pieces.”

“I’m only going to have one more drink.”

I raised my brow skeptically at her.

“I’m serious, Brock. I don’t make the same mistake twice.”

I groaned. “What do you want, then?”

She rested her chin on her hand. “Surprise me.”

As much as I wanted to just pour her a damn water with lemon, instead I prepared a Tom Collins and slid it toward her with a cherry on top.

Of course I couldn’t help watching as she took the cherry into her mouth. My dick twitched as I forced myself to resume wiping down the counter.

She took a sip and moaned. “Mmm… This is so good.”

Some of it dribbled down her shirt, and I felt my dick stiffen at the vivid recollection of what was behind that material.

I really needed to get laid—with anyone but this gorgeous traveler.

She licked her lips. “You shouldn’t have made me something so tasty if you didn’t want me to have another.”

“Well, I won’t be making you another. So I hope you enjoyed it.”

She slurped the last of her drink and moved the ice around with her straw. “Why are you grumpier than usual tonight?”

“Because I would’ve preferred not to have to chase your tits down to save them from being plastered all over the Internet.”

“Was that your good deed for the day? Keeping my boobs from going viral?”

“Actually, no.”

“Aw, really? What was it, then?”

“Gave an old man a ride home,” I muttered.

“You’re so sweet deep down, Brock.”

“You don’t know me enough to come to that conclusion. Be careful about assuming I’m so sweet and respectful. I’m one notch away from losing it with you.”

She squinted at me.

I raised a brow. “What?”

“I don’t believe you would actually lose control. I don’t know why…but I trust you.”

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