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“Fine.”
Borja walks over to me and drags his finger down my left bicep. “You’d look so badass with a tattoo. Ever think of getting one?”
“For what purpose? No one ever sees me.”
“You see you.”
“I have no need to decorate my body.”
“But do you have a desire?” He leans in close enough that I hold my breath. “I’m just saying you could pull it off. It would be an interesting contrast to the way you normally dress to have something like that hiding under your clothes.”
“I suppose,” I mumble, wondering where my usual objections to deviating from the norm went.
Borja grins, backing away as he drags a hand through his tresses. “We’re gonna have fun tonight.”
I hardly know the definition of the word, but something about Borja’s playful teasing has me… interested. Maybe even a little excited.
Ain’t that a kick in the head?
Chapter 8
Borja
Farnsworth is clearly uncomfortable as he tugs at the collar of the t-shirt he’s wearing and glances around the bar nervously. I thought I’d break him in easy and bring him to a chill neighborhood place, but I’m going to have to help him let loose.
“I’ll get us some drinks. You can drink, right?”
He nods, briefly biting his bottom lip. “You’re not leaving me.”
“For a couple of minutes. I’ll be right back. You’re fine here.”
He blows out a breath but gives me a stilted nod as he settles in his chair. The bar isn’t super busy by any means, so it shouldn’t be too overwhelming.
I head to the bar, smiling at Tal when I get there. “Hey, man. How’s it been?”
Tal reaches his hand out to shake mine. “All good here. How about you?”
“Life is good. Get me two, um… You know what? Surprise me. I have an out of town guest and want to show him a good time.”
“I got you.”
Tal gets to work on the cocktails, and I can only imagine what they’ll contain. He’s known around town for his creativity and never skimping on the alcohol. I turn around to watch Farnsworth, but I’m surprised to see a guy standing over him, chatting him up. I guess it shouldn’t shock me—Farnsworth is a good-looking guy—but it does make something twist in my chest. Protectiveness, maybe? He doesn’t know what modern guys are like. I better get back over there.
“Here you go, Borja.” Tal pushes two pink and purple drinks towards me. “A special I came up with for spooky season.”
“Awesome. Can I run a tab?”
“You bet.” He waves me off as I take the two glasses over to our table.
“You have a pretty mouth, baby,” the stranger at the table says to Farnsworth, both of them unaware of my presence. “I bet it’d be even prettier wrapped around my?—”
I clear my throat. “What’s going on here?”
The guy turns around to face me. “Oh hey, man, he didn’t tell me he was here with someone.”
“Well, he is.”
The man holds his hands up in surrender. “Got it.”
