“Yeah, I’m sure you’re The Lord of One-Nighters.” Her bangs blew off her forehead as she made a pfft sound.
“Is that an offer?”
“No. Never.” She was angry. I could tell by the way her face scrunched up, and I noticed the freckles along the bridge of her nose. She really was quite adorable, but I wouldn’t allow a second glance her way.
Every fucking day it was something with her. But, I realized she knew her shit and the regulars adored her. At first I ignored her, I pretended she didn’t exist. Yet, working in the tight confines of the bar, and having her tits brush up against me occasionally during the rush, it became harder to not think about her—really fucking hard. I pushed away thoughts of her everyday but at night the thoughts came back with a vengeance and pushed me over the edge to the depths of hell.
She teased me daily with the way she bent over to get things and her ass would press against me. Or the way the Bearded Goat tank barely held her breasts in and her nipples would harden after a visit to the cooler. Sometimes her bangs would hang in her eyes and I would have to fight the urge to brush them off her face. It became too much to bear. I needed to get my shit together and figure things out with this bar so I didn’t have to be here everyday. Especially with the summer months around the corner. Most high-society wintered in Florida, creating enough business to usually keep many businesses up and running through the summer. Not the Bearded Goat.
I slammed the quarterly reports down on my desk and ran a hand across my face. Fuck.
My mind wandered briefly to my silver moon goddess and our one fateful night many months ago. Where was she?
Thinking of her, and the way she disappeared made me angry. I pushed away from the desk and decided a drink was in order. I would head over to the neighboring clubs and see what trouble I could get into for the evening.
We didn’t normally have a big night crowd, so leaving Seth to handle the place was a no brainer. Turning out the lights, I left the bar. As I walked down Ocean Drive, Mekka shook with energy and adrenaline. I opened the glass door and nodded to the bouncer who stood guard as I walked inside.
The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies as they rocked to the loud beat of the bass.
Neon lights and glass tables were all the eye could see. A bit of overstimulation but they were packed, so they must have been doing something right.
“Macallan neat,” I called to the man behind the fiberglass bar.
He poured the brown-stained liquor straight from the bottle and slid the drink my way. I threw a few bills down as I took a swig of the whiskey.
The pounding of the music vibrated through my body as I watched a few scantily dr
essed ladies float by. The further I ventured into the club the more I wished away all the anxiety I felt the past few weeks.
I scanned the club once more and my eyes landed on a lightly-freckled nose. It scrunched at me when our eyes met. It took me a moment to actually recognize her, wait, yes it was her and what the fuck was she wearing? Christ, she looked like a slut and my mouth watered at the sight of her.
Her heels rocked back and forth as she swayed to the music without a care in the world.
The way she eye fucked me was sexy, and I couldn’t stand here and take it any longer. She teased me, like she did every damn day at the bar. Filled with irritation, I stalked over.
She danced next to her blonde friend whose name was not coming to mind. Nothing came to mind. Only a dirty reel of images of Penny taking off everything she wore except the black high heeled-shoes with the tiny pink bows on her feet. They were sweet, too sweet, and the sight of them made my cock pulse.
She didn’t acknowledge me until I practically stood right next to her.
“Oh, it’s you,” she slurred as she placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder to steady herself. “Don’t bother me. I’m trying to have fun, something you know nothing about.”
“I know how to have fun. But you’re right, I only came over here to chat with your friend.” I took her friend’s hand in mine and laid a kiss on her yellow polished nails. Margo? Marlo?
“Hi there, again,” her friend giggled.
“Margo.” Penny slapped her friend’s hand from mine, and I smiled at the jealous expression on her beautiful face.
“What’s wrong, Penny? Don’t want me having fun with your friend here?”
“There are a million women in here. Take your pick of any of them, and leave us alone.” Her feet were unsteady as she waved a hand in my face.
With a quick snap, I gripped her wrist and yanked her body closer. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m the boss, stop telling me what to do,” I hissed never breaking eye contact.
“Ok, on that note, I’ll see you two later. Penny, I’ll be right over there at the bar if you need me,” Margo said as she left Penny and me standing toe to toe with my hold on her tightening.
“How dare you speak to me that way,” Penny said with a fiery passion in her voice.
It turned me on—fucking fierce.