Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

I released my inner slut, spun around to lean against the bar and pulled my elbows back to shoot my chest out for all to see. “Hi, Mark,” I all but purred. “I’m Tess.”

He hadn’t missed the move and his eyes stayed glued on my breasts for a moment before he gulped. “Well, Tess, would you like to join me for a drink?”

“Yes,” Kipp exclaimed.

“I’d love to.” I hoped my tone came out as interested. Playing the part of whore extraordinaire, I added a little swagger to my hips and I followed in behind Mark toward the table.

He pulled out the chair at the head of the table and gestured toward it. “My lady.” He nodded toward Cole. “This is my bud, Cole.”

I smiled flirtatiously and sat down as my jeans dug into places not to be mentioned again. “Nice to meet you, Cole.”

Cole offered a genuine smile. “You as well.”

“Do you come here often?” Mark asked, after he downed the rest of his beer from the frosty mug in one big gulp.

“No, not often,” I told him truthfully. The more I lied, the harder it’d be to keep my story straight.

“And you’re here all alone?” He poured another mug from the pitcher of beer, as well as one for himself, and handed the glass to me.

I grabbed the beer and took a big long sip before I answered, “Alone as I can be.”

Both Cole and Mark laughed and I chuckled with them. They thought I was being sassy and talking about the other people in the bar, when in actuality, Kipp stood behind Mark, which I assumed was to gauge Cole’s reactions.

“Focus in on Cole and show interest in him,” Kipp said.

I did as he asked, but Cole didn’t look like a killer. He looked like a married man who shouldn’t be talking to a scantily dressed woman. “So, Cole, what do you do for a living?”

Mark frowned.

“I’m a cop,” Cole replied.

I leaned back in my chair, crossed my legs and even pushed my chest out a little. I glanced at Mark and noticed the move worked. He zeroed in on my breasts and undressed me with his eyes.

But not Cole.

He appeared uncomfortable and uninterested.

“Tell me, do you enjoy that line of work?” I even added an obvious purr to my tone to entice him.

He pursed his lips at me before he glanced away in a real hurry. “I do.”

Even though this wasn’t real, I began to feel shot down and I had no plans to go in for round three of a cold shoulder. “Would you excuse me?” I pushed my chair back and stood. “I have to go to the ladies’ room.”

Mark raised his glass. “I’ll be here waiting for you to return.”

“Glad to hear it.” I spun on my heels, shaking my ass a little, and headed for the ladies’ room.

Of course, as I approached the bathroom, a lineup of women waited outside, while the men’s had no one. A great idea would be to have two ladies’ rooms while the men went and pissed outside. Why no one ever came up with that solution to the never-ending ladies’ room dilemma was beyond me.

I was about to settle in behind the last woman in line when Kipp said, “Go into the men’s room.”

Not caring one bit who saw, I turned my back on him and held no doubt my face showed my outright refusal of such an idea. “No way.”

Kipp pointed toward the men’s room door with a stern and unwavering expression. “Now.”

I huffed before I surveyed the room. Everyone appeared too absorbed in their own fun to notice me. And the idea of getting out of here sooner was the only reason I caved. “You owe me so-o big for this one.” I shot past him, shoved open the bathroom door and stepped into the stinky men’s room.

Two guys were standing in front of the urinals as I made my sudden appearance. One of them glanced over his shoulder. “What the hell?” he shouted.