Page 29 of Impulsive Saint
“Yeah, I’m here to pick you up. Let’s go.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, some of her smile slipping away as she shook her head, “I can’t go. Who will pour these nice men their drinks?”
“Yeah buddy. Who’s gonna pour us our drinks?” A stocky guy with a mustache and a bandana growled from next to him.
Tyler turned his attention to the man and glared at him in his best imitation of take no shit Vaughn, “The bartender. That’s his job.”
Ashtyn pouted her lips out when he looked back at her, “We have to leave?”
“We do.”
She blew a whisp of blonde hair off her face and shrugged, “Okay, fiiiiine.”
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief that she was going to come with him willingly. He watched as she turned to the man behind the bar. He was an older man with long silver-white hair and a beard that would have made the duck guys jealous. He had a Bad Santa vibe going but he shot Tyler a quick nod of his chin and Tyler nodded in return. Ashtyn might be drunk and dancing on the bar but that acknowledgement was enough to reassure him this guy hadn’t let her do anything else she might regret. The older man took the bottle from her and told her it had been a pleasure meeting her before she leaned over and attempted to hug him.
Her boots slipped in the spilled liquids that covered the surface of the bar and Tyler grabbed for her before she fell. She squealed as he hefted her over his shoulder. The bartender laughed and waved goodbye to them. The crowd of patrons that had been enjoying her performance grumbled but ultimately moved out of the way and Tyler breathed a sigh of relief when he pushed back out into the cool night.
“Oh my God! Tyler!” She was giggling as she squirmed against his shoulder, “Put me down. I can walk.”
He didn’t answer and he made no move to put her down as he carried her in a fireman’s hold across the street and back to the motel. She laughed again and smacked his ass. He grumbled and she only laughed harder. She squeezed his ass, cupping him with both of her hands and he hissed.
“Stop that.”
“You have a really nice ass. You’d think I’d have noticed that riding behind you all day but this view is fantastic.” She rambled lazily as he paused to unlock their room and then kicked inside. “You’re sexy. Like, total bad boy biker guy sexy.”
“Glad you think so. Now, stop groping me.”
“Pshh.” She made a rude noise, “Make me.”
Tyler unceremoniously flipped her off his shoulder and onto the bed. She bounced, a gasp escaping her as she hit the hard mattress. She only laughed again and grinned up at him as if she was having the best night of her life.
She looked beautiful, even drunk, maybe especially drunk. All of the walls she kept up around herself were down now. She wasn’t tense or overthinking. She wasn’t pretending to be somebody that she wasn’t. She was just a beautiful girl with luscious blonde locks that haloed her head and big, blue eyes that looked up at him with mischief and slick pink lips that were far more alluring than he’d ever noticed before.
Tyler’s cock gave a twitch of approval and he purposefully stepped back from the bed. No. No she was not just a drunk girl. She was the Senator’s daughter. She was his job. He couldn’t forget that, not even for a second.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He demanded, latching on to his anger to keep his desire at bay.
“It was on my bucket list.” she slurred, still smiling.
“Jesus.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, “That goddamn bucket list thing again? Really?”
“It’s a good list.” She pushed her bottom lip out into a pout.
“Oh yeah? What part of tonight was on it?”
“All of it.” She pushed up onto her elbows and he forced himself not to look away from her face, not to glance down and see how the new position pushed her breasts out.
“All of it?”
“Yep.” she chirped happily, sliding around the bed until her feet were pulled up and she could jerk at her boots. As she tried to pry them off her feet she continued, “I went to a bar by myself. Check. I got drunk for the first time ever. Check. Check. I danced on a bar. Check. Check. Check.”
Tyler raised a brow, “You’ve never been drunk before?”
“Nope.” She finally dropped her boot to the floor with a loud thunk.
“Never?”
“Never-ever.” she confirmed, her attention on her other boot as she struggled with the shoestrings.
