I stare at her in shock, knowing she’s right.
It’s been on my mind constantly since having her over for dinner. Blair’s not the person I thought she would be. She might have moved from the city, but she isn’t like the rest of them. Not only is she downright beautiful, but she’s smart and funny. She’s witty and I like that she’s always keeping me on my toes.
“Fine,” I tell Lily. “I’ll drop her off, but she’s going to have to hang out for a bit while I finish closing up.”
“Good,” she says through a hiccup. “Get her home safe.”
“I can get myself home,” Blair interprets.
I glare in her direction. “Are you going to walk?”
“Yep,” she states, popping the p, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, and rolling her eyes.
That sass.
After our little interaction earlier at the bar, she had me wound up tighter than usual. And now I’d love nothing more than to shut her up with my cock in her mouth after her little stunt earlier. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Ihadto walk away from her before she saw the effect she had on me. There’s no doubt that if her eyes trailed my body, she would have noticed how hard she made me.
She boldly told me the whiskey would taste betteron me.
Now it’s a vision I can’t get out of my head.
This isn’t who I am, but Blair seems to bring out the inner beast in me I never knew existed.
Or hasn’t existed in years.
“I’ll be done here in twenty minutes. I’m taking you home whether you want me to or not,” I tell her and turn to walk away.
Ican’tget close to her. I know this. Then I find myself in these positions where we’re alone. She’s in my truck, she’s in my bar, she’s in my house. All of it has only built up these feelings I’m fighting. The thought of being alone with her again makes my chest feel tight, like I’m having difficulty breathing when she’s around.
I make my way to the kitchen, bringing the glasses back to get washed in the morning because it’s too late to deal with this right now. Standing there for a moment, I work on controlling my breathing. Being around Blair is not good for me. I’m on the verge of breaking at any second with her. Doing something I’m afraid I’ll regret or something that will inevitably break my heart in the end.
I keep myself busy for the next fifteen minutes, making sure the ovens are off, and the back door is locked before grabbing my flannel from the hook behind the kitchen door and replacing my alcohol- and food-scented T-shirt with it, but keeping my baseball hat on because I know my hair is a disaster under this cap.
I don’t bother buttoning it up, yet as I make my way back out to the bar, everyone has left but Blair.
This time she’s standing behind the bar where only the employees are allowed. She’s holding up a bottle of liquor that could have made her a martini earlier in the night.
But I wanted to test her.
See if she was really ready to fit in here…with me.
“This looks familiar,” she says, lifting it in the air for meto see.
I shrug a shoulder, but keep my face straight, emotionless.
“Well,” she says, placing the bottle back where she found it. “Are you going to make me a drink before we go?” She grins.
“I cleaned up all the glasses already, and I’m not making a martini right now.”
“I noticed.” She smirks before scanning the shelves of liquor lining the back wall. She reaches up to grab a bottle of whiskey off the top shelf. As she does, her dress gets pulled down ever so slightly, exposing more of her breasts, but not all of them. The dim lights only draw out the sparkle of her skin, if that’s even possible. My cock strains in my jeans, thinking about what she plans to do with that, knowing damn well she hates the taste of it.
Half of me is hoping she lives up to her words.
The other half is hoping she lets it go so I don’t go down this road with her.
“I’d love to acquire a taste for this.” She holds up the bottle.
I drop the dishrag I’m holding and take slow, tentative steps toward her until I’m only inches away from her. My body buzzes without a single sip of alcohol in my system. I feel drunk just from being so close to her and staring into those eyes.
