in a different way. I just don’t know what way that is yet. When I’m not with her, all I can do is picture her naked as I’m having my way with her. Though, when I was around her last night, all I thought about was holding and touching her, but not sexually.
I just want to show her that she can trust me; that I can take care of her, protect her. I know she doesn’t trust me because the first time she needed me, I had lied to her. I want her to understand that I’m sorry for that.
“I’d like a Bud Light, please.” I think Josh fell asleep . “And he’ll have water.”
Holly laughs. “Okay.”
She turns around to get our drinks, and I take the opportunity to look around the bar for Angel. Where is she? Did she end up calling in sick? She sounded a bit hung over but okay. There were only three other guys in the bar, sitting on the far side by the pool tables, each drinking from a pitcher.
“She’s in the back.”
I swing my head around to look at Holly.
“We just had a shipment come in. She should be back out in a few minutes.” She slides my beer over to me.
I just nod. What else am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can deny why I’m here. I’ve never came in here during the day, or without Micah for that matter.
“You like her.”
I look up to her smiling face. My brows draw together, and I start to shake my head but I stop. Do I like her? I mean, actually like her? I don’t like women. I fuck women. There’s a difference. They get on my nerves. I can’t stand to hear them whine about how all I want them for is sex, but yet they always show up at my door, ready and willing. Is she different? Hell, even my passed out best friend knows she’s different.
“Just be careful.” Holly gets my attention, leaning on the bar in front of me.
“What do you mean?” I place my elbows up on the bar as well, tilting my head to one side.
She gives me a sly smile, shrugging both shoulders before she turns around. I don’t know what that was about, or why she’s being so cryptic, but I know Holly. She can’t keep secrets. So if she has one, it will come out sooner or later.
I take a swig of my beer, as I watch Angel walk out from the back room. She looks just as beautiful as she did last night, wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans that sit low on her hips. She has a black spaghetti strap tank top that reads Larry’s across her full chest, her long dark hair up in a messy ponytail. My dick instantly gets hard.
“Hey, Sam.”
I look over to see Josh wide awake, smiling and sitting up. He looks like he never had a drink last night. What’s up with that?
“Hey, Josh.” She gives him a soft smile. “How are you guys feeling today?” She looks over at me for the first time, and her green eyes stare straight into mine. I smile as the feeling of warmth runs through me.
“Great,” Josh smiles.
Bullshit. Something very fishy is going on here.
“Hey, I think we should get a group together and go out on Friday to celebrate Slade winning his case in San Francisco,” Josh says, looking to everyone. “Are you girls off Friday?”
“Yep,” Holly answers. The scowl on Angel’s face says she wants to pick up an extra shift this weak now, preferably Friday! She turns around, turns on the water in the sink and starts to wash her hands.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea.” I smile. Whatever her problem really is, we need to get it out in the open, and I know just the way to get her talking. Alcohol!
A phone starts to ring, and Angel turns around to look at Holly. “Will you answer that? My hands are wet.” She pushes her hip out for Holly to grab her phone out of her back pocket.
Holly pulls the phone out of the pocket and puts it on speakerphone as she holds it up for Angel.
“Hello?” Angel answers.
“Hi. Is this Samantha Hall?”
“Yes.”
“Hello, Miss Hall. This is Roger with the Edward Jones Dome. I was able to locate the seats you requested,” he says
I just want to show her that she can trust me; that I can take care of her, protect her. I know she doesn’t trust me because the first time she needed me, I had lied to her. I want her to understand that I’m sorry for that.
“I’d like a Bud Light, please.” I think Josh fell asleep . “And he’ll have water.”
Holly laughs. “Okay.”
She turns around to get our drinks, and I take the opportunity to look around the bar for Angel. Where is she? Did she end up calling in sick? She sounded a bit hung over but okay. There were only three other guys in the bar, sitting on the far side by the pool tables, each drinking from a pitcher.
“She’s in the back.”
I swing my head around to look at Holly.
“We just had a shipment come in. She should be back out in a few minutes.” She slides my beer over to me.
I just nod. What else am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can deny why I’m here. I’ve never came in here during the day, or without Micah for that matter.
“You like her.”
I look up to her smiling face. My brows draw together, and I start to shake my head but I stop. Do I like her? I mean, actually like her? I don’t like women. I fuck women. There’s a difference. They get on my nerves. I can’t stand to hear them whine about how all I want them for is sex, but yet they always show up at my door, ready and willing. Is she different? Hell, even my passed out best friend knows she’s different.
“Just be careful.” Holly gets my attention, leaning on the bar in front of me.
“What do you mean?” I place my elbows up on the bar as well, tilting my head to one side.
She gives me a sly smile, shrugging both shoulders before she turns around. I don’t know what that was about, or why she’s being so cryptic, but I know Holly. She can’t keep secrets. So if she has one, it will come out sooner or later.
I take a swig of my beer, as I watch Angel walk out from the back room. She looks just as beautiful as she did last night, wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans that sit low on her hips. She has a black spaghetti strap tank top that reads Larry’s across her full chest, her long dark hair up in a messy ponytail. My dick instantly gets hard.
“Hey, Sam.”
I look over to see Josh wide awake, smiling and sitting up. He looks like he never had a drink last night. What’s up with that?
“Hey, Josh.” She gives him a soft smile. “How are you guys feeling today?” She looks over at me for the first time, and her green eyes stare straight into mine. I smile as the feeling of warmth runs through me.
“Great,” Josh smiles.
Bullshit. Something very fishy is going on here.
“Hey, I think we should get a group together and go out on Friday to celebrate Slade winning his case in San Francisco,” Josh says, looking to everyone. “Are you girls off Friday?”
“Yep,” Holly answers. The scowl on Angel’s face says she wants to pick up an extra shift this weak now, preferably Friday! She turns around, turns on the water in the sink and starts to wash her hands.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea.” I smile. Whatever her problem really is, we need to get it out in the open, and I know just the way to get her talking. Alcohol!
A phone starts to ring, and Angel turns around to look at Holly. “Will you answer that? My hands are wet.” She pushes her hip out for Holly to grab her phone out of her back pocket.
Holly pulls the phone out of the pocket and puts it on speakerphone as she holds it up for Angel.
“Hello?” Angel answers.
“Hi. Is this Samantha Hall?”
“Yes.”
“Hello, Miss Hall. This is Roger with the Edward Jones Dome. I was able to locate the seats you requested,” he says