Kane gave her a little shove but then replied with a smug smile, “Sounds like a plan. I’ll find you a little later. All right?”
The Katie girl seductively smiled up at him, and then glared at me before she sashayed off through the bar.
He turned to rest his elbows on bar and sighed. “Definitely not going there again,” he mumbled before taking a swig from a bottle of water.
I gave him a questioning look. Didn’t he just tell her he would find her later?
“Sorry about that.” He looked over at me and said, “She can be a bit clingy.”
“No need to apologize,” I told him. “I’ll let you get back to your girlfriend. I was just going to get another drink anyway.” I twisted around to the bar, ready to flag the bartender over, when I felt a hot body press against my side.
“Let me get it for you. It can be hard to get the bartenders attention sometimes,” He said, leaning in close to my ear. My body involuntarily shivered, and I prayed to God he didn’t notice.
When I finally composed myself again, I looked down to the other end of the bar, and, sure enough, I see the bartender playing with a strand of blonde hair that belongs to a girl leaning over the bar, giving him full view of her cleavage.
“Really, I’m fine. You better go. She seemed to have big plans for you.” I nodded in the direction the little hussy walked off in.
Hussy? Who am I to call this girl a hussy? I don’t know her from Eve. But I can’t ignore the awful feeling swirling around in my gut that I can only classify as jealousy. Except what do I have to be jealous over? I just met this guy. I don’t even know him. The only thing I know is his name is Kane, and that I am no doubt completely attracted to him … but I can’t for the life of me figure out why. He’s nothing like the type of guys I’m used to swooning over.
“Really, I insist.”
I could only stare at him and wonder why he would want to make a girl who was obviously ready and willing to roll around in the sheets—probably dirty sheets at that—wait on him just to get me a drink? But I didn’t linger on that question long, because honestly I didn’t want him to go yet. I wanted him to stay there with me, and stay far away from her.
“Thanks.” I nodded and he curled two fingers into his mouth and let out a loud whistle.
“DAVE!” he shouted and threw his arm up in a come-here motion. The bartender raised his head in our direction and gave Kane a smile, before turning back to his lady to tell her what I guessed was goodbye, and made his way to us.
“So, you’re new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before,” Kane asked, obviously trying to make small talk while we waited for the bartender to get to us.
“Yep. Just got here today actually. I start classes Monday at the U with my friend, Jessi” — I pause—“she would be the one who is currently sucking face with your friend over there.”
We both looked over to see that they were indeed still going at it. Man, Jess, don’t you ever come up for air?
“She seems … nice?” he laughed and I couldn’t help but also giggle. Jessi was a nice girl but she was also a spitfire and fiercely loyal to the people she loved most. She was a few inches shorter than me, standing around five foot two, but don’t let her height fool you. Jessi could beat the shit out of girls twice her size. Believe me, I’d seen it. Most of her more recent fights came from defending me in some way—even though she didn’t need to. It wasn’t like I couldn’t fight my own battles. That was just Jessi though. You didn’t mess with the people she cared about.
“Well, anyway, they seem to be hitting it off pretty good. If things keep going this way, we may be seeing a lot more of each other.” he said as he bumped my shoulder with his. I couldn’t help the little smile I got at the thought of seeing more of him.
“Um, I don’t think your girlfriend would like that too much,” I said, remembering the evil glare I’d gotten earlier just from talking to him.
He scrunched his brow and gave me a truly puzzled look. “What girlfriend?”
I waved my arm in the direction that she’d strutted off in. “The one who is waiting for you to come find her so she can get you somewhere and get all naked for you.”
Just thinking about that girl all cozied up to his side made me feel uneasy. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how those tattooed arms would feel wrapped around me. Holding me tight. And how it would feel to pull that lip ring between my teeth and give it a little tug…
“Who, Katie?” he asked, again jarring me from my train of thought that was headed in a seriously steamy direction. I blushed just at the thought of him knowing what I had been thinking about doing to him.
“Huh? Oh yeah. That was her name I think.” I so didn’t think. I knew, but I didn’t want him to know I was paying such close attention to anything that involved him.
He threw his head back and let out a long laugh, taking me by surprise for a minute. Oh shit, could he see my blush? Did he know what I had been thinking about doing to him?
“Katie is not my girlfriend,” he stated strongly.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Oh, don’t give me that crap. By the way she had her nails dug into you, I would beg to differ,” I argued. If she isn’t his girlfriend now, she must have been at some point. You don’t get fiercely protective over someone you don’t have, or have never had, feelings for. Whether he’d had them for her or not, was not the point. She’d clearly had some claim staked on him, and was not going to let him go without a fight.
“No really. She’s not. She’s a … close friend that I used to have.” He finished with a chuckle and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to get out of coming right out and saying she was or used to be his fuck buddy.
“Well still, I don’t get involved with guys who whore around.”
Which was true. I had never been attracted to the player type. I believed in commitment. I believed in love. And I never understood how some people could give their whole body to someone without knowing for a fact, that person was fully committed to them.
He took a step back and grabbed his chest. “I’m shocked you would make such accusations about me. After all, we did just meet.” He winked. Oh god, did he have to wink? This man oozed enough sex appeal without kicking it up a notch with a sexy-as-hell wink.