“I covered it up. He did a horrible job, and my dumb ass picked a stupid design.”
She asks me what it was, but I only shake my head.
“That bad, huh?” She throws her head back, laughing loudly, and I only watch her pretty dimples. From the corner of my eye, I can see a few heads turn our way, but I honestly can’t blame them.She’s hot, and her laugh is perfect.My eyes travel down her body, and I mentally scold myself before refocusing my attention on an equally appealing part of her, that damn smile.
“You couldn’t torture me to show you that shit,” I mumble. My eyes meet hers, and she laughs harder.
“Well, now I need to see it.”
“No,” I say dryly, and she only smiles at me. “Do you–”
The bartender cuts me off as he sets a drink in front of her. “I think you’ve gotten the most drinks yet are somehow the most sober one in here.”
She laughs softly in return, but not like before. She seems uncomfortable now as she looks over her shoulder. I glance around the room with her, and my eyes land on a group of guys down the counter who are already smiling at her. I look between the drink and her, and her smile is clearly forced.
“Thank you,” she says sweetly to the bartender then smiles at the group of guys, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, she just looks more uncomfortable.
I look over at the bartender before he can walk away. “Don’t bring her any more drinks.”
“I’m just–”
“I don’t care.”
He looks offended, but I, again, don’t care.
“If someone else buys her a drink, tell them she’s not thirsty—better yet, I’ll tell them myself. Which one of them sent this one?”
“Hey,” Sage cuts in before he can answer.
I look back over at her, and the bartender quickly takes the opportunity to escape.
“Whatis your problem?”
I pull in a deep breath and force myself to get my short temper in order.
“I don’t have one. Do you want them to continue to send you drinks?”
“Well, no, but–”
“And it’s making you uncomfortable, right?”
“Well, yes, but–”
“Okay, now neither of us has a problem since they won’t be sending you any more drinks or making you uncomfortable. Right?”
She lets out a scoff and shakes her head with a smile. “Don’t take offense to this, but you’re kind of an asshole.”
I turn her chair so she’s facing me with her legs between mine. I glance back at the group of guys, and they can’t even see the side of her face anymore, which earns me a few eye rolls.
“No offense taken.” I look back over at her. “Do you have any tattoos?”
She studies me for a second before answering. No one else sends her any more drinks, and she doesn’t look uncomfortable anymore. She asks what each tattoo means, and only one has a special meaning to it, but I just tell her I thought they’d look good, and she agrees that they do.
“In case you think I forgot,” I start, and immediately, a guilty look covers her face. “You still owe me one for taking all those hot pictures of you since you never helped me with my coach.”
She shakes her head with a small smile before her eyes narrow on me. “Hot pictures?” She turns her head to the side before holding her heart. “You just admitted I’m hot. You’re flirting again.”
I shrug, taking a sip of my water. “You said it first,” I remind her. “And maybe I am flirting.”
