you ever see a dream walking?"
Ava's silent thoughts dimmed when she followed Elena's wide-eyed stare to the young man who walked toward them.
Man wasn't the right word. God, maybe deity or idol was more like it. A young Adonis with bad boy written all over him. Not to mention a gorgeous tattooed sleeve.
He approached with the confident gait of a man secure in his own skin. And boy, she'd bet the farm his skin was sizzling with white hot testosterone. Ink black hair touched his collar and framed a face that housed warm summer blue eyes, a full lower lip that begged to be nipped and a nose that had been broken at least once. These small details had every set of female eyes in the bar turned toward him. Overworked jeans hugged long legs and apparently housed the body of an athlete. Ava's breath hitched and her tummy did somersaults when his crooked smile took aim and pierced her like an arrow.
Breathe, Ava, in and out. That's it.
He looked vaguely familiar, but his identity eluded her. Where had she seen those dreamy eyes before?
No, if he'd been here before, you'd remember him . Ava prided herself that once a person graced her establishment she never forgot their name or face. This man had never been in her bar before tonight. She'd have recognized him, no doubt about it.
Who was he?
Elena's soft purr brought her out of her silent musings. “He's a hottie, Ava. If you wish hard enough, he could be your birthday present. I have a feeling that under those incredibly well fitted jeans he has a nice long birthday candle for you to blow. . . out."
Ava shook her head, and couldn't help a soft chuckle. “You have a very vivid imagination. He probably wants to know if I have a daughter.” Yet she found herself hoping her lipstick wasn't smeared.
"He probably wants to rip that incredibly sexy dress from your body with his teeth and devour you like cotton candy."
Dream on, Ava mused with a frown. “You need to stop reading those romance novels, sweetie. They're frying your brain.” She shook her head. “Anyway, he's too young for me and I'm too fat for him."
Elena placed her palms down on the bar and leaned into Ava, keeping her voice low. “Why don't you simply take him upstairs and fuck his brains out? After all, it is your birthday."
"And why don't you put the moves on him?” Ava asked. “He seems to be your speed, young and handsome. You're not dating anyone at the moment. You're cute and make a mean Cosmo. Take some of your own advice and kidnap him."
Elena leaned back and looked stunned. “Me? No thanks. Ah, I, ah—"
"Speechless, huh? Yeah, I thought so,” Ava scoffed. It was no secret that Elena had the serious hots for A.J. When on earth were the two of them going to stop behaving like children and go out on a damn date?
Ava scoffed. “It's after midnight so technically my birthday is over. And why are you so hell bent on getting me laid?"
Elena's eyebrows wriggled. She took Ava's empty glass. “Because no woman should turn forty and not have a young stud like him fuck her brains out. It's an unwritten law, Ava."
Ava swallowed. “I wish."
The young bartender tilted her head, and wiggled her eyebrows again. “I've heard some birthday wishes do come true."
Ava swallowed hard as Mr. Sex on a Stick approached. He flashed a naughty smile that nearly knocked her from the stool. And was that a tiny gold hoop in his right ear?
She couldn't help but stare when his smile took her breath away. A wet dream wrapped around an orgasm waiting to happen. His mouth could charm the devil from the depths of hell. His body was so close, the warmth of his jeans seemed to seep through her dress and burn. She caught a scent of spice and something else.
Sin.
"Hello, Ava.” My God, he does know me. Her frown brought another bone melting smile from him. “You don't remember me, do you?"
Refresh my memory, I beg you . Gosh, is this what happens when you turn forty? Your brain turns to mush? Other parts of her body
Ava's silent thoughts dimmed when she followed Elena's wide-eyed stare to the young man who walked toward them.
Man wasn't the right word. God, maybe deity or idol was more like it. A young Adonis with bad boy written all over him. Not to mention a gorgeous tattooed sleeve.
He approached with the confident gait of a man secure in his own skin. And boy, she'd bet the farm his skin was sizzling with white hot testosterone. Ink black hair touched his collar and framed a face that housed warm summer blue eyes, a full lower lip that begged to be nipped and a nose that had been broken at least once. These small details had every set of female eyes in the bar turned toward him. Overworked jeans hugged long legs and apparently housed the body of an athlete. Ava's breath hitched and her tummy did somersaults when his crooked smile took aim and pierced her like an arrow.
Breathe, Ava, in and out. That's it.
He looked vaguely familiar, but his identity eluded her. Where had she seen those dreamy eyes before?
No, if he'd been here before, you'd remember him . Ava prided herself that once a person graced her establishment she never forgot their name or face. This man had never been in her bar before tonight. She'd have recognized him, no doubt about it.
Who was he?
Elena's soft purr brought her out of her silent musings. “He's a hottie, Ava. If you wish hard enough, he could be your birthday present. I have a feeling that under those incredibly well fitted jeans he has a nice long birthday candle for you to blow. . . out."
Ava shook her head, and couldn't help a soft chuckle. “You have a very vivid imagination. He probably wants to know if I have a daughter.” Yet she found herself hoping her lipstick wasn't smeared.
"He probably wants to rip that incredibly sexy dress from your body with his teeth and devour you like cotton candy."
Dream on, Ava mused with a frown. “You need to stop reading those romance novels, sweetie. They're frying your brain.” She shook her head. “Anyway, he's too young for me and I'm too fat for him."
Elena placed her palms down on the bar and leaned into Ava, keeping her voice low. “Why don't you simply take him upstairs and fuck his brains out? After all, it is your birthday."
"And why don't you put the moves on him?” Ava asked. “He seems to be your speed, young and handsome. You're not dating anyone at the moment. You're cute and make a mean Cosmo. Take some of your own advice and kidnap him."
Elena leaned back and looked stunned. “Me? No thanks. Ah, I, ah—"
"Speechless, huh? Yeah, I thought so,” Ava scoffed. It was no secret that Elena had the serious hots for A.J. When on earth were the two of them going to stop behaving like children and go out on a damn date?
Ava scoffed. “It's after midnight so technically my birthday is over. And why are you so hell bent on getting me laid?"
Elena's eyebrows wriggled. She took Ava's empty glass. “Because no woman should turn forty and not have a young stud like him fuck her brains out. It's an unwritten law, Ava."
Ava swallowed. “I wish."
The young bartender tilted her head, and wiggled her eyebrows again. “I've heard some birthday wishes do come true."
Ava swallowed hard as Mr. Sex on a Stick approached. He flashed a naughty smile that nearly knocked her from the stool. And was that a tiny gold hoop in his right ear?
She couldn't help but stare when his smile took her breath away. A wet dream wrapped around an orgasm waiting to happen. His mouth could charm the devil from the depths of hell. His body was so close, the warmth of his jeans seemed to seep through her dress and burn. She caught a scent of spice and something else.
Sin.
"Hello, Ava.” My God, he does know me. Her frown brought another bone melting smile from him. “You don't remember me, do you?"
Refresh my memory, I beg you . Gosh, is this what happens when you turn forty? Your brain turns to mush? Other parts of her body
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