said, “Forget me, Bly. I’ve moved on,” and turned the phone off.
The bartender was yelling over the din, he was saying he still had her American Jock pictures on his wall. Two men moved closer to her, crowding in on either side, but she avoided eye contact with them and leaned against the cold granite bar and drank the martini quickly.
She knew Bly would find her, he’d surely heard the pumping music. There was no way he’d give up on her easily but she intended to have a few drinks to loosen up, give him back the sapphires which had probably cost more than she made in a year, and get back to her real life. Two arms appeared from behind and encircled her, they rested on the bar, pinning her against it.
“Your irresistible little ass is showing,” a man’s voice whispered hotly in her ear, it was vaguely familiar.
She twisted to face him, ready for a fight and met crystal blue eyes in a sexy Nordic face, blonde hair sweeping to his chin. She smiled and their arms went around each other as he lifted her against him.
“Jorgen, where did you come from? I thought you were someone else, no fair sneaking up on me.”
They laughed as people buzzed around them whispering, but they didn’t care, they were happy to see each other. They moved to a round booth tucked in a corner, sat close together and talked of what their lives had once been and what they had become. She told him how much she loved her job, how she’d made a place for herself in San Diego and had achieved what she’d always meant to, the scared, fragile girl she’d been in Mississippi was a distant memory. He said they should start over, that he was wrong to have been such an ass about her career; he knew she was excellent at her work and he was proud of her. They were at better places in their lives now, he said, and it was rumored he’d be back in San Diego with the Chargers next season, so why not give their relationship another chance. She said she kept a special place in her heart for him and the innocent love they had shared, but she wasn’t the same person any longer. More than that, she confessed, with the liquor coursing in her veins, she was certain that she’d fallen in love. He asked why she was in Vegas all alone then, looking like a Goddess, drinking in a night club.
“I don’t know if it can work out,” she said, “one minute I think he loves me and then I’m not sure. It all happened so fast, I feel like I want to be with him more than anything, but what if it’s just the heat of the moment? He doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to love and women and I need to feel secure before I give my heart away.”
“Charlotte,” Bly stood looking down at them. He recognized Jorgen, of course, and they were too close together for his liking. He’d watched them from across the room, leaning in close, whispering and laughing; Charlotte’s hand brushed Jorgen’s hair off his face with too much familiarity. Jorgen was constantly touching her in some small way; it all seemed a little too cozy.
Jorgen stood up, offered his hand, “Alexander Bly, it’s been a while, nice to see you. What are the odds, running into my little Chari and you in the same night? I was just telling her I’m playing in San Francisco tomorrow, the Forty Niners, and she might want to come along.” He noticed that Bly’s gaze never left Charlotte.
“I’m going with him Bly, go fuck the wicked witch, I’m sure she’s hot to keep her job.”
“Charlotte, you’re drunk let’s go to our room, please.” He stepped closer to Jorgen, they stood face to face, his was a mask of fury and his voice made her cringe, “Jorgen, she’s with me, do you
The bartender was yelling over the din, he was saying he still had her American Jock pictures on his wall. Two men moved closer to her, crowding in on either side, but she avoided eye contact with them and leaned against the cold granite bar and drank the martini quickly.
She knew Bly would find her, he’d surely heard the pumping music. There was no way he’d give up on her easily but she intended to have a few drinks to loosen up, give him back the sapphires which had probably cost more than she made in a year, and get back to her real life. Two arms appeared from behind and encircled her, they rested on the bar, pinning her against it.
“Your irresistible little ass is showing,” a man’s voice whispered hotly in her ear, it was vaguely familiar.
She twisted to face him, ready for a fight and met crystal blue eyes in a sexy Nordic face, blonde hair sweeping to his chin. She smiled and their arms went around each other as he lifted her against him.
“Jorgen, where did you come from? I thought you were someone else, no fair sneaking up on me.”
They laughed as people buzzed around them whispering, but they didn’t care, they were happy to see each other. They moved to a round booth tucked in a corner, sat close together and talked of what their lives had once been and what they had become. She told him how much she loved her job, how she’d made a place for herself in San Diego and had achieved what she’d always meant to, the scared, fragile girl she’d been in Mississippi was a distant memory. He said they should start over, that he was wrong to have been such an ass about her career; he knew she was excellent at her work and he was proud of her. They were at better places in their lives now, he said, and it was rumored he’d be back in San Diego with the Chargers next season, so why not give their relationship another chance. She said she kept a special place in her heart for him and the innocent love they had shared, but she wasn’t the same person any longer. More than that, she confessed, with the liquor coursing in her veins, she was certain that she’d fallen in love. He asked why she was in Vegas all alone then, looking like a Goddess, drinking in a night club.
“I don’t know if it can work out,” she said, “one minute I think he loves me and then I’m not sure. It all happened so fast, I feel like I want to be with him more than anything, but what if it’s just the heat of the moment? He doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to love and women and I need to feel secure before I give my heart away.”
“Charlotte,” Bly stood looking down at them. He recognized Jorgen, of course, and they were too close together for his liking. He’d watched them from across the room, leaning in close, whispering and laughing; Charlotte’s hand brushed Jorgen’s hair off his face with too much familiarity. Jorgen was constantly touching her in some small way; it all seemed a little too cozy.
Jorgen stood up, offered his hand, “Alexander Bly, it’s been a while, nice to see you. What are the odds, running into my little Chari and you in the same night? I was just telling her I’m playing in San Francisco tomorrow, the Forty Niners, and she might want to come along.” He noticed that Bly’s gaze never left Charlotte.
“I’m going with him Bly, go fuck the wicked witch, I’m sure she’s hot to keep her job.”
“Charlotte, you’re drunk let’s go to our room, please.” He stepped closer to Jorgen, they stood face to face, his was a mask of fury and his voice made her cringe, “Jorgen, she’s with me, do you
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