Page 17 of Dirty Little Secret
Raising my glass to her, I said, “Here’s to you, and every other hard-working woman in this bar.”
“Thanks.” Her smile was sexy as she asked, “You having yourself a good time tonight?”
“Would it offend you if I said I wasn’t?” I took a sip of the cold beer as I looked the little thing over. With pale blue eyes that sparkled with good humor and pixie-cut blonde hair that was pulled into spikes that were each dyed a different color at the tips, she reminded me of a fairy—small, with a fiery look in her eyes.
“Not me personally.” She put her hand on her hip. “But can I ask you what might make your night more enjoyable?”
With a chuckle, I answered, “Being at home with my son, watching cartoons or playing video games with him.”
She cocked her head to one side. “Then why aren’t you doing that?”
“He’s out of town this weekend.” I found Rocco and nodded in his direction. “My friend made me come out with him tonight. I’m not very good company though.”
She looked over at Rocco just as a girl approached him. “Looks like he’d be fine on his own.” Her eyes came back to mine. “I’ve got a break coming up. Maybe I could make your night more pleasurable. Say, in the back room, where no one would see us.”
Now ain’t this some shit!
Nearly choking on the beer I’d taken a drink of, I shook my head. “No, thank you.”
“You married?” she asked with one dark brow cocked.
“No.” I couldn’t believe she’d think the only reason I’d turned down her generous offer was because of a prior commitment. “I just don’t make a habit of screwing women I don’t know, is all.”
“Shame.” She picked up the tray of drinks and gave me a wink.
“There’s no drink called a blue spruce, so I made up something blue for the idiot.” The bartended watched her go. “Good call not picking up what she put down.”
“You think so?” I asked as I took another drink, watching her as she swayed her ass on purpose, trying to entice me into changing my mind.
“Yeah. She’s a sweet girl, but she gets around.” He got back to work, and I nodded.
Yeah, I can tell!
Waiting at the bar until I finished my beer, I was disappointed that the woman I’d been after hadn’t come back out. Placing the empty mug on the bar, the bartender came back. “Want another one?”
“No. What I’d really like is to know when that waitress who went through that door a few minutes ago is coming back.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that. It wasn’t like me to stalk women. But there I was, stalking away.
He looked back at the door then shook his head. “I’ve got no idea who went back there. I can tell you this, though. If she’s been back there since you came up to this bar, then she’s with the boss. If you know what I mean.”
“Oh.” Now I really felt disappointed. “I’ll be heading out now, then. She’s the only one her who’s snagged my interest, and if she’s not available, then I think I’m just wasting my time here.”
With a nod, he said, “Yeah, if she’s been back there that long, chances are she isn’t available.”
Hands back in my pockets, I had to fight myself from letting my head hang as I went to tell Rocco that I was leaving.
I must’ve had an even worse week than I’d realized if I was getting down in the dumps over not getting to, at the very least, see that waitress’s face.
What the hell is wrong with me, anyway?
