Ravage by Elizabeth Carter Page B

tits, his eyes were fixed on mine. Then of course there was the fact that he was wearing a slim fitting designer suit. Armani? Gucci? Had to have been expensive as it looked tailored, brand new and free of lint. Unlike the Neanderthals who frequented the bar on any given day, their suits hung from them like a kid in an oversized jacket, and they usually were covered in a stain or two.  I shivered, not even wanting to think what those might have been.
    As I finished wiping myself down, he took a seat, sliding his jacket off. I caught a whiff of his cologne. It smelled woodsy, spicy and warm like being surrounded by a forest of oak.
    “What can I get you?” I muttered out, double-checking my words mentally just in case I sounded like a mental patient that just had a lobotomy.
    “What have you got on tap?”
    I reeled off a few domestic and imported beers, and recommend a couple.
    “Sounds good, you choose for me.”
    “You want me to choose?”
    “Yeah, surprise me.”
    “Ok,” I said, then bit my bottom lip, an action that caught his attention as he zeroed in on my mouth before glancing away. As he took in his surroundings I took advantage of the moment to steal a glance and get a better look at him. It was obvious he worked out as his shirt bulged in all the right areas. I imagined him jogging, lifting weights and dripping with sweat. There was nothing more attractive to her than a man who took pride in the way he looked. A guy who didn’t take his body for granted but shaped, honed and developed that meat suit until it screamed sex. As she gave him his glass, he slid over a hundred-dollar bill.
    “Keep the change.”
    I arched an eyebrow. “Your drink was not even six bucks?”
    “I know.”
    Before I could register the huge tip he interjected.
    “By the way, isn’t this place meant to have WIFI?”
    “Yes, it does over there.” I pointed to a corner of the bar. He followed my gaze and frowned noticing the huddle of businessmen looking cramped in a tiny corner. He stared down at his phone, and held it up.
    “Surely you don’t just get it over there?”
    I cocked my head to one side. “I know, it’s weird but it’s something to do with the reach of the signal.”
    At least that’s what I remembered my boss saying.
    I served another drink to a customer, keeping an eye on him as he wandered over there, raising his phone in the air. Within a few seconds he was back again.
    “Well you might want to tell management that their WIFI sucks, I’ve never seen anything like that.”
    I smiled. “You should visit the washrooms; the hand dryers are located outside of the building.”
    His eyed widened with a look of horror.
    “I’m kidding.” I flung a cloth over my shoulder not thinking for a moment how it looked.
    “Calling home?”
    “Trying to make sleeping arrangements for tonight.”
    “The waiting area not satisfactory?” she smirked.
    “Not unless you want to be sandwiched between Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”
    “Who?”
    “Ah never mind. Does this place have a hotel?”
    I hesitated before replying. “Not exactly.”
    “Why do I get this sinking feeling that you are going to tell me that it’s not much better than the washrooms?”
    I laughed.
    “The nearest one is a couple of miles away, if you want one that is decent. We have one that is within walking distance. It’s new, but it’s just the bare essentials.”
    He glanced out the window observing the heavy snow.
    “Right now the bare essentials sounds a hell of a lot better than being stuck in here.”
    “Only one problem, they are probably already booked up, with the cancellation of flights.”
    He took a swig of his beer, “Could this night get any worse?”
    “Though…”
    He glanced back up.
    “As the owner employees a friend of mine, I think I could pull a few strings. I’ll take you over there when I’m done my shift if you like? I only have an hour left.”
    “Really? You think you could do that? I mean I would make it