Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,73
have got to be kidding.” How the hell did they find her? She’d taken three different busses to get to work.
“Can I have my beer?” A guy at the bar drummed his fingers.
“Crap.” Chloe backed up to the tap and finished off the pour. She cleaned up the glass and set it in front of one of her regulars with a distracted smile before going back to Amber. “Look, people might start asking—”
“Start? Girl, that’s the third person that’s come in here asking about you two. The first one was a reporter from Music Life. I mean wow.” Amber tugged on the perfect curl at the end of her ponytail. “You and another rockstar? Do you have a special pheromone or something?”
“No,” Chloe said stiffly.
“Well, come on that’s two now. No, three. You were with that Nick guy from Oblivion too, right?”
Chloe blew her bangs out of her eyes. “No—well, yes. But that was high school. He was just Nick back then.”
“Still. Man,” Amber’s voice lowered. “You have that magic pussy huh?” She snapped her gum.
“Oh, my God.” Chloe’s eyebrows snapped down. “Amber, what the hell?”
The blond shrugged. “Own it girl. Now you’re married to that guitar guy…man, smoking hot. Talk about upgrade.”
“I’m not talking about this.”
If only they knew just how little action her…well, that she got. And she’d almost gotten some last night and had been interrupted by her father.
Her cheeks heated. Her dad. She’d been having sex since she was fourteen years old for God’s sake and it took until she was twenty-three to get caught by her dad. The levels of unfair were creeping in on epic proportions here.
She acted like a teen girl getting seduced by her first boyfriend. Foot massage then all of a sudden she was on his freaking lap. Her defenses were somewhere south of the belt thanks to his sweet mouth. Compliments given in a way that didn’t sound like a line. No, they’d been coated in wonder and a purring low voice.
Then there’d been his mouth and his hands.
Lord, his hands.
Wanda bumped her out of the way as she grabbed a beer from the cooler. “Wake up, girl.”
“Right.” She turned to the rack of glasses that needed to go into the washer and swapped them out for the cleans. The monotonous chores that came with running the bar evened her out.
Something had to. She’d tossed and turned all night half from the insanity of her life and half from the mind-bending orgasm that was eating at the edges of her brain. She’d gone so long without and now this stupid man had jumpstarted her freaking libido with jet fuel.
“What’s this about you being married?” Diane came up to the bar and set her tray down.
“Not you too.”
“How could you not tell us? Tell me especially.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” Chloe wiped down the bar and put out coasters automatically.
“Really? Because from what I’ve heard you’re now married to a cheating bastard. You’re better than that.”
Chloe’s gaze snapped to Diane’s. “What?”
“Not even a week ago, this guy was climbing out of Senator Dinkles’ fiancée’s bed.”
Her brain literally whirled. Her hearing fuzzed for a moment before everything came back into sharp focus. Her pocket buzzed. She pulled out her phone and saw Michael’s name there. Definitely not reading that one thank you very much.
“Girls, these tables aren’t going to bus themselves!” Lou growled from the back.
Chloe stuffed her phone back into her pocket. “Later, Di.”
Diane clamped a hand around Chloe’s wrist. “Are you sure about this?”
Of course she wasn’t sure of anything. She had a wedding night she didn’t remember, a couch orgasm—wait. She’d had two.
The blast of memory and Michael’s voice in her head made her entire body tingle.
If we were alone, I’d drag you up and over my face right now.
Why the hell had she remembered that now?
Him in the club and his fingers. A couch in the corner of the club. Those freaking fingers. In a room full of strangers? Had she truly allowed him to do that?
“Oh, honey. From the look on your face—you’re in trouble.”
“What?” Chloe shook her head. “What? No, I’m fine.”
“No, that’s a face of a woman in the deepest of shit.” She tucked her tray under her arm. “I recognize that face. It’s how I ended up married to my second husband.”
Chloe pulled her hand away. “You hated your second husband.”
“I know. But holy hell he was a beast in bed. Why I kept going back for more.”