Can't Fix Cupid

She nods and lets me go as a new song blasts through the sound system, and she and the others start hopping around and singing along to the lyrics.

My mood has tanked, and I find that I just want to be alone, but I’m in the worst possible place for that. And besides, to hell with that. I was having a great time before. I’m not going to let Warren Knight ruin my first-ever clubbing experience.

I head over to the bar to get another shot, sure that it can wash away the bad taste in my mouth left behind by Warren.

As soon as I get there, the bartender comes over. “I want another blow job,” I tell him, my voice raised over the sound of the music.

I hear a chuckle next to me. “That makes two of us.”

I turn to look at the guy beside me. He’s wearing holey jeans and a wool turtleneck sweater that’s got to be making him sweaty. He has shaggy brown hair that skims the top of his shoulders, a beard, and thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He has a total hipster, chic-n-shabby vibe going on, and the way he’s smiling at me forces a smile across my lips as well.

“I don’t think you can order the kind you’re talking about,” I tease.

His grin widens as he settles next to me. “I think you’re right. Such a shame.”

The bartender practically rolls his eyes at the guy before sliding my shot over. Mr. Chic-and-Shabby pays for it, so I get to keep the few bucks that Blue lent me tucked away in my cleavage.

“So what’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Trix,” I answer. “How about you?”

“Sparrow,” he tells me, holding out his hand.

We shake lightly. “Thanks for the drink.”

“I’d be an idiot if I didn’t provide you with a blow job.”

My gods. He’s flirting with me. Dude is actually flirting with me.

My second life to-do list just got at least three more entries added onto it, which now includes hot, shabby chic sex with Sparrow, the glasses-wearing, turtlenecked hipster.

An embarrassing giggle-snort escapes me. “Very smooth.”

He gives me a slow once over, his blue eye settling on my hair. “I’m digging the pink,” he says. “It suits you, Trix.”

“I like your glasses,” I say in reply.

“Thanks,” he says as his body leans in closer to me. His blue eyes flick down to the shot glass in front of me. “Are you gonna drink that?”

“It

doesn’t seem fair that I’m going to sit here swallowing a blow job while you do nothing,” I smirk.

A salacious grin takes over his face. He turns and gives a chin lift to the bartender. When the man comes over, Sparrow orders a buttery nipple, and the bartender quickly makes it and slides it over.

Sparrow clinks his glass to mine. “Shall we?”

We raise our glasses at the same time, dumping the contents into our mouths. I set my glass down on the bar top with a grin. “Mmm. So yummy.”

Sparrow’s eyes are trained on my lips as I lick the rest of the liquid off of them.

“Delicious,” he purrs.

He reaches out and starts trailing his hand up and down my arm, causing me to shiver. He’s cute and nice, and the sexual banter is totally fun. I’ve never flirted before, but I’m enjoying myself immensely. Still, there’s something…missing.

That spark of heat that I’ve seen people get just isn’t there. He’s attractive, and there’s nothing wrong with him, but there’s no intensely lustful magnetism between us.

But honestly, what do I know? I’m having a good enough time, and maybe there’s something here. For some reason though, Warren’s face flashes in front of my eyes. When I glance over my shoulder, he and the woman are gone, and the table is already occupied with a new group of people.