Page 31 of Thug

“You just left thirty-two people in your bar while you went into the back room and had sex?”

I cringed. Again. “Not exactly.”

He shook his head to clear it of the confusion. “You made them leave?”

“No,” I said. “They stayed. The man who will remain unnamed came behind the bar. That’s where we had sex. Behind the bar.”

He scrunched his nose. “On that nasty rubber mat?”

“Nope.” I plastered my face with a prideful look. “We were standing up. At the bar.”

“You had sex in a packed bar?”

I raised my glass of wine to my mouth and tipped the bottom toward the ceiling. It was still very empty. “I did.”

“While thirty-one or thirty-two strangers watched?”

“They didn’t really seem interested. And, they weren’t exactly strangers. They were his friends.”

“Thirty-two friends?” His eyes widened. “What was it, a bachelor party?”

“No.”

“Birthday?”

“No, just a Thursday night with his friends.”

“Who has thirty-two friends?” he asked, nearly frantic. “And, since when can there be thirty-two men in one place that aren’t interested in watching their buddy fuck some insanely cute girl while they drink beer?”

He had a good point. It didn’t change the fact that no one appeared interested. I shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He exhaled a breath of frustration. “Let’s move on. The two of you met and you were attracted to him, but you didn’t express it, right?”

“Correct.”

“Then, he came in, and for some odd reason you two ended up in a conversation about dick size, which led to bareback sex on the bar.”

“Against the bar, not on it,” I said. “There’s a difference.”

“I stand corrected,” he said in a smart-assed tone.

“On the bar would have been an invitation to be gang raped,” I explained. “Against the bar was sexy.”

He looked at me like I was nuts. “If you say so.”

The waitress stepped to the end of the table. “Sorry about that.” She handed me my wine and set Landon’s beer beside his half-finished bottle. “We’re short-staffed.”

“You can bring another round whenever you get time,” I said with a smile. “We’re having a heated conversation, and I don’t see it ending anytime soon.”

She flashed a smile. “Okay.”

I looked at Landon. “Where were we?”

“You just had meaningless—I mean meaningful—sex against the bar.”

“Okay.” I downed half the glass of wine in one gulp. “A week passed without seeing him or hearing from him. Then he came back in and said, ‘Show me your tits’, to which I responded, ‘No’, which prompted him to come behind the bar and pull off my shirt.”

“Did he bring his friends?”