“Oh Mylanta! I am so sorry! Let me see if I can soak it up. Please forgive me. Obviously I have no business trying to be a waitress. I stink like horse poop.”
I continue to dab my cloth on his zipper, trying to get the liquid off. He’s wearing black ripped jeans, so it’s hard to see if I’ve made things any better. The spot was soft at first, but it seems harder as I dab at it.
Staring at the wet mark it seems to grow before my eyes. A slight movement in his pants catches me off guard. I quickly realize what I’ve been touching. I gasp lightly and gaze up at him, afraid.
He’s smiling―grinning even. He starts to laugh and I’m mortified. I try to stand, but lose my balance. I fall backward in shock and he reaches out to catch me, but misses.
Staring at the ceiling, I’m certain I’m a vision to behold with my legs in the air. I’m going to cry.
I feel hands grip mine as I’m pulled upward to a sitting position.
“Are you alright?” he asks, bending down to my level.
His face is inches away from me and I suddenly can’t breathe. Is that glorious smell him? As his brown eyes search mine, I lose all sense of reason. Just like that, brown becomes my new favorite color. I think I need to pray. Hard.
Lucian
Her face is as white as her underwear. I make a mental note of them in my mind for later. Her lips tremble and she winces before she looks behind her, to her left and right, then back at me. Is she afraid people saw her? Because they totally did.
“Let’s get you up off the floor.”
Pulling out a chair from my table, I help her stand then sit down. I slide my water glass toward her and she gulps it down. I crouch down next to her. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Are you?” she asks. “Mr. Kane, I am so very sorry. I feel awful for everything tonight. Please don’t be angry.”
“Angry? Why would I be angry? That might have been the best glass of whiskey I’ve had in my entire life, and I didn’t even drink it.”
I wink and she lowers her head. I see her lip curl shyly, and that small smile makes me feel like I won the lottery. “And please, call me Lucian.”
“Lucian.”
She whispers it in response and it comes out breathy and hot. I could listen to her say my name all night long. Her raspy voice is like dirty, sticky sex.
“You’re being too kind. Can I at least pay for your dry cleaning bill?”
“My jeans? Nah. I just throw them in the washer and they’re good as new. I’ve had far worse things dumped on me. Besides, they’re barely even wet. If they were, I stopped noticing the minute you started to dry me off.”
Her eyes bulge as if she forgot she wiped my dick. At first I thought her touch was deliberate. Looking at her on her knees in front of me turned me on. But now, as the last bit of color drains from her face, I think she truly had no idea what she was doing.
She leaps out of her seat. “Thank you for the water and for being so nice.”
She bends carefully to pick up the tray, pulling at her skirt hem once again. She hurries away, but after a few steps she stops, snaps her fingers, turns, and comes back toward me.
“I forgot. I need to tell you that the drink was paid for by two blond girls at my table.” Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a little notebook, flips a few pages, and then starts to read. “Jen squared wanted me to tell you they are hot and that they do everything together. The girl in red emphasized the word everything and winked at me. I feel like it was some secret sign, but I didn’t understand it.”
Tilting my head slightly, I purse my lips. Does she really not get what they were trying to say? Is she playing with me or is she that green? I stare at her for a second more as she scratches her cheek. It hits me like a bolt of lightning. She really doesn’t get it. I feel I need to enlighten her.
“For future reference, I believe they were implying that they’d both be willing to sleep with me at the same time.”
“Sleep?” she questions with an uncertain tone.
“Have sex.”
“Really?” Her face scrunches up tightly. “Why would they want to do that?” She seems shocked and I’m not sure if I should be offended or not.
I shrug. “I’m famous. I’m good looking. I have money. It happens all the time.”
“All the time, huh?” She grips the tray and her posture stiffens. Did she just roll her eyes at me? “What would you like me to tell them?”
The air shifts and she appears almost cold. Does she suddenly find me revolting? The realization flips some kind of switch inside me that I didn’t even know was there. If I admit I’m interested in them, will she want nothing to do with me? Why do I care what she thinks? What the fuck is up with this chick? And why is she under my skin?
“Tell them I’m flattered, I appreciate the drink, but no thank you. I’m more into brunettes.” I wink at her. That should solidify things.
Lowering her head, she briefly gazes at me out of the top of her eyes, sighs, and then walks away.
I’ve never flirted and fallen so flat before. What the hell? Is she somehow immune to my charms? Worse yet, is it possible she’s not attracted to me?
“What a shit-show!” Dave exclaims. “I’d let her go.”
I follow her movement with my eyes until she’s out of sight.
Dave elbows me. “Hey, don’t you at least want to see what those girls look like before you say no? Two Jens? Sounds like the perfect night you were hoping for.”
I scratch my head. Why didn’t Blaire fall all over me? Look at me. I know I’m good looking. I huff inside my head. I always get what I want. Do I want her? Nah. She’s not all that. What was I thinking saying no to two blondes? That’s not like me. Fuck it.
“You’re right. I should check them out at a minimum. I think the long drive gave me brain fog. I’m going to splash some water on my face and wander over there. You’ll stay here?”
“Wouldn’t dream of leaving your whiskey unattended. I know the drill.”
I hop down the stairs and turn toward the kitchen. The bathrooms are in the same area. As I walk past the swinging kitchen doors, I overhear a conversation that causes me to stop in my tracks.
“You did not! You dumped it on his crotch?”
“And then I tried to clean him up. Lucian Kane two, Blaire Barton, zero.”
I step out of their line of sight to eavesdrop.
“You touched his dick?”
“No. I mean. Holy Moses, did I? I hope I didn’t. I mean, well, I guess I wouldn’t really know if I had.”
“What do you mean you wouldn’t know?”
“Oh Patti, this is so embarrassing. I’ve never told anyone, but you have a kind soul. I feel it. And if I don’t get this off my chest, I think I’ll burst!”
By all means, get it off your chest, Blaire.
“Please don’t mention this to anyone. It’s embarrassing enough telling you.”
I lean my head against the wall and wish the bar would shut up. I’m already straining to hear and it’s too damn loud. I stick a finger in one ear, hoping to drown out the crowd.
“Who am I going to tell?” Patti asks.
There’s a huge pause in the conversation. I’m afraid I missed the secret.