Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Kat bites her lip. Her chest is rising and falling visibly. (And, damn, what a fine looking chest it is, especially in the cleavage-baring blouse she’s got on.)
“Hey, bartender,” Kat says, her voice tight. She clenches her jaw. “I’ve been dying to see you, too.” Her cheeks flush. “Surprised to see you working the crowd so well.”
I shrug. “It’s what bartenders do, babe. Can’t keep a fish from swimming.”
She practically snarls.
“So, you two on a date tonight? Lemme guess. Did you two kids meet online?”
Jonas rolls his eyes, clearly not willing to play along.
I laugh. “What can I get you? Drinks are on me.”
“What are you having, Jonas?” Kat asks.
“I’d like the most complicated and annoying drink you can possibly imagine. Something that literally pains you to make because it’s so fucking involved. I don’t normally drink because I’m a professional baseball player and I’m highly disciplined during the season, mind you, but for some reason now that I’m seeing you here, acting like a total douchebag”—he motions to the other end of the bar—“all I wanna do is cause you maximum pain.”
I glance down the bar in the direction Jonas has indicated. Lucy is biting her fingertip, watching me, her eyes burning like hot coals.
I clear my throat. “Hey, bro. No problemo. I know exactly what to make you. I’ve got the perfect drink for you.” I look at Kat. “And you, miss? What can I do for you? My wish is your command.”
I can almost hear Kat’s heart beating from here.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, she’s causing me pain.
I shouldn’t do it—I know I shouldn’t—it’s obviously not part of the role-play—but I can’t resist. I’ve missed her too much not to feed my addiction right fucking now.
I reach across the bar and touch that hot little cleft in her chin.
At my touch, Kat parts her lips and exhales a shaky breath.
And just like that, I’m rock hard.
“What can I get you?” I breathe. “Name it. It’s yours. Anything at all, babe.”
She swallows hard. “I want a douchebag,” she says.
There’s a long beat. I can’t decide if that’s a drink order or if she’s referring to me.
“Crown Royal and a splash of Coke,” she clarifies, solving the mystery for me.
“Really? Is that really a thing?”
She nods. “Look it up. It’s a real thing. And I want one—I want one bad.”
I smirk. “Okay, then. A douchebag it is. With pleasure.” I look at Jonas. “And for you, sir, I’ll be making something called The Dork. White rum, Pisang Ambon, Licor 43, lemon juice and pineapple juice—served in a highball glass. Hope you enjoy it.”
Jonas makes a face of pure disgust.
I laugh and slide a Heineken across the bar.
He grins despite himself.
My eyes flicker back to Kat. “I’ll be right back to serve up your douchebag, gorgeous. I gotta go give that brunette down there a screaming orgasm first.” I motion to my admirer down at the other end of the bar. “While I’m gone, enjoy your date. This guy seems super interesting. Have fun, you two.”
Kat’s eyes flash wickedly at me, but I turn my back on her and traipse on down to the other end of the bar, my cock tingling.
“Sorry for the delay, Lucy. Got to chatting with a couple down there. They’re on a blind date. Cutest couple ever.”
“No problem. Tim came over and offered to give me a screaming orgasm, but I told him I only want one from you.”
“Aw, shucks, Lucy. That’s awfully sweet of you. That makes me feel so special.” I glance at Kat on the other end of the bar. Her eyes are trained on me like a sniper. She looks ready to jump on top of the bar and leap on this woman like a cheetah downing an impala. “Well, then, I guess I’d better get moving, huh? Don’t worry, it only takes me a couple minutes to give most women the best screaming orgasm of their life. You’re only minutes away from complete satisfaction, sweetheart.”
She shifts in her chair and makes a sexual sound.
I steal a quick look at Kat—and she’s about to lose her fucking mind.
I turn around and grab the ingredients I need for Lucy’s drink, laughing to myself about what a stroke of luck it was to unexpectedly have this hot little tamale on my tip right in front of Kat. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d tried.
I serve up Lucy’s drink to her and she takes a greedy sip.
“Orgasmic. Thank you. And thank you for buying it for me.”
“My pleasure,” I say.
“Excuse me,” Kat’s voice says from behind Lucy’s shoulder. She’s standing literally right behind Lucy, her hands on her hips, her nostrils flaring. I straighten up to get an unimpeded view and I’m met with Kat’s blazing face in full Jealous Bitch mode.
“Oh, hey, miss,” I say, trying not to grin too broadly. “Your douchebag is coming right up. I’m sorry I’m kinda slow. I’m new. I was just giving Lucy here a screaming orgasm.”