Page 4 of Whiskey Kisses
Still, the positive side of working New Year’s was I got to see Colton again along with some friends who frequented the bar.
“Just thinking about Colton makes my panties wet,” I told Emma with a sigh once I had clocked in.
“Girl, when that ball drops at midnight, you better be the woman attached to those lips,” she joked.
I looked toward the bar where he was serving a couple of older ladies; one of them had her hand with the big rock on it attached to his forearm. She kept sipping her drink and giggling like a schoolgirl with her first crush when she had to be old enough to be his mother, possibly grandmother with a good plastic surgeon. When he turned around to make their drinks, they stared at his perfect round rump.
I looked at Emma and rolled my eyes. It was a nice ass, though.
“I’m going to check on my tables and see if they need anything. You can stand here and watch their drool fest if you want to.”
Just as the words left my lips, Colton called Emma’s name to pick up her next order of burger and fries. She looked at the ceiling and sighed heavily, making me snicker. We’d both worked at the Tap & Brew for a little over a year now. And even though it could get a little nuts at times, I still loved it and I couldn’t ask for a better friend and co-worker.
After taking drink orders from one of my tables and heading back to the bar, passing the ticket off to Colton, I heard a familiar voice call my name from the door. Jeff Coulter. I knew that nasally voice anywhere. The Jeff Coulter that left me standing at the alter in a five-thousand-dollar gown that I drained my savings to buy.
“What do you want, Jeff?” I scowled. “I told you to fuck off.”
I could feel my face heat to a bright red as Jeff took a step closer. Colton came to my defense so fast, it made my head spin.
“Yeah, what do you want, Jeff?” Colton asked, glaring at Jeff.
Jeff ignored him and asked if there was somewhere we could go to talk. His hair was the usual gelled and parted on the side, the style he was so fond of. He was wearing his gold wire rimmed glasses that brought back memories of the day that I crushed hard on Clark Kent. Jeff told me he was sorry and knew he made a mistake.
“Let me guess, Melissa finally wised up and left your ass,” I snapped.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off.
Colton closed the distance and had Jeff by the back of his shirt. “I believe she asked you to leave.” He shoved him out the door where Jeff landed on his ass in the snow, and then Colton slammed the door and turned on the closed sign.
“Am I doing the wrong thing by not listening to him?” I asked Colton.
“Have you lost your ever-lovin’ mind? You can’t seriously tell me you were going to talk to him after what he did to you?” Colton’s face was turning a bright shade of red, which was starting to turn me on. He cared about my well-being, or maybe he was just being a good friend. I might have wanted to have Jeff’s babies one day, but that dream died when he walked away from me. All thoughts of Jeff Coulter were now absent from my mind and replaced by the stud standing before me. I felt myself begin to flush from the neck up as naughty thoughts flowed through my mind.
Oh, how I would love to feel those full lips on mine.
We need to do the dirty deed.
Holy shit balls, I bet he’s a dirty talker.
When I looked up, Colton was staring at me with his hands on his hips.
“He just wanted to apolog-”
“He did that before I threw him out. End of conversation!” he told me with such finality in his voice. I snarled behind his back. “Do you think his apology was truly sincere?” Colton asked as I turned to walk away in a huff, but my ankle rolled and I fell to the floor. Colton came running over, pushing patrons back. “Everyone, give her some room!” He was barking orders to all the customers, who stood by with concerned looks on their faces.
“Ow!” I rubbed at my sore ankle.
“Let me see.” Colton slowly removed my boot and ran his hand over my ankle and up the calf of my leg, sending a zing of desire to my lady bits despite my throbbing ankle. He scooped me up and took me up the back stairs to the spare apartment above the bar where Colton sometimes let drunks sleep over that were too drunk to drive home. Lucky me.I hope the sheets are clean.As if he read my mind, he said, “Don’t worry; the sheets are clean.” He cocked a grin, exposing an adorable dimple in his right cheek that I hadn’t noticed before.
“It’s just a fluke,” I said. “Just a little ice on it and I’ll be good as new,” I told him as he placed my foot on a pillow and retrieved an icepack. He stood back and studied his handiwork, scratching the dark stubble on his chin.
“I’ll check on you in a bit. If it continues to swell, we’ll need to go to the hospital to get an x-ray.” He tossed the T.V. remote on the bed.
“Yes, sir,” I smarted off to him with a salute.
He whirled around with heat in his eyes, and I felt as if I could melt into the bed. Just take me now.
“Hold that thought.” He winked and walked out.
