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“A burger.”
I perk a brow because that’s the lowest-maintenance date request I’ve ever had. “And?”
“I’m sure I’ll eventually want another drink.” She gives me a weak smile and my cock responds in kind because she’s hot.
Like I will gladly get on my knees for her and lick her sweet little cunt for as long as she asks for it hot.
“You’re being too easy on me,” I lightly chide. “Who did I pull you from?”
“Unfortunately, no one.” She inhales with her whole body and slowly lets it fall. “I’m here after a bad day.”
I lift my chin. “Ah, one of those types of bar visits.”
“What’s yours?”
“Blind date mishap.”
She cocks her head to the side. “You’re hoeing out your blind date?”
“The agreement was just to sit with me. Not that I wasn’t an asshole.”
Her eyes take a generous look down my chest which gives me the same opportunity. She’s a woman with balls and I obviously have no clue where she comes from but I can appreciate the hell out of the view.
Her plain white tee is filled out by D cups, at least, and her skin is this perfect shade of cream that—slow the fuck down.
I need a savior, not a fuck.
“So, someone thought you needed to get hooked up?” I bring my beer to my lips, more frustrated than before that I allowed my buddy to convince me of this stupid idea. “Which one?”
I take a sip of my drink, studying the face of my new buddy in crime to see if she’s trustworthy or not.
And, since a neon red sign isn’t going to pop out of nowhere and tell me if she is or not, I chance it.
“Blonde with the long-sleeve rose shirt and the tulip skirt.”
She nods. “Got it. That’s my sister.”
My eyes practically bulge from my damn skull. “What?” An immediate sea of laughter rings from the lips of the woman who I thought was my savior, and I glower at her. “Are you serious?”
“You’re obviously not the only asshole sitting at this bar.”
“Apparently not,” I mutter, but I can’t help the slight heave of my lips. “I’m deducting ten bucks off the rest of that hundred.”
She smiles and it’s like it glows off her face it’s so pretty.
Pretty.
I can’t remember the last time I used that word.
“I’m sure I can win it back.”
“Not sure how,” I reply. “Bustin’ your new date’s balls within two minutes is frowned upon.”
“Maybe it was an ego stroking.” I perk a curious brow. “I’ll let you think about that one.”
I rock my head back and forth because I had to pick the sexy, confident one who knows she looks good. “You’re trouble. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to have you come over here and sit with me after all.”
She fingers her Benjamin in the air. “I can always leave and you can flirt shamelessly with your new date.”
