another Rolling Rock, and three shots of tequila. When I asked who the third shot was for, he moved in dangerously close and let his lips brush and tease my ear. My heart was beating so loud, I could barely hear him when his husky voice whispered, “I’m trying to get your sexy ass drunk.”
I was ready to hop over the bar and ride him right here but unfortunately the place was filling up so quickly—that wasn’t an option. We took our shot and once the lime left my mouth, he put a hand behind my head forcing my lips to his. His tongue swirled around mine, making my body beat with an incredible ache. Before pulling away, he sucked my bottom lip between his until I felt I was about to spontaneously combust.
And he warned me about not being a tease!
Corey’s blue eyes pierced mine as the craving need to take me the way I longed for him to passed between us. “Maybe I am a fan of tequila and lime, now.” My mouth opened marginally to say something but nothing came out. With a wink, he made his way over to the next awaiting customer at the opposite end from where I was. Sanders approached me and put an elbow on the bar.
His eyes flickered from my face to where Corey stood. “Next time you need a shot of tequila, you let me know. I will be more than happy to get you as many as you would like.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I playfully smacked him on the arm.
“I think I’m good on the tequila shots for a while, but you can bring me whatever else you want.”
“You got it, babe.” He said with a wink before returning to work to make another drink.
“Good Lord, that was hot.” A female voice said from behind me. I turned around slowly since I didn’t know if the voice was referring to me or someone else near me. When I got a look at the woman standing behind me, my body instantly tensed and my fists clenched at my side.
His
The girl’s olive skin was speckled with cheap glitter and her dark hair fell past her shoulders. That smug smile I’ve always seen on her disgusting face, was staring back at me. It took everything in me not to grab her by the hair and shove her face first into Corey’s bar. There was only one person that could possibly wrench such furious thoughts from my mind—Jayme Macintyre.
“That kiss between you and that delicious looking bartender—totally hot.” She clarified, as if my silence was because I was confused at her words. Not because I was trying hard as hell not to claw at her face and eyes.
“I suggest you back the fuck away from me, Jayme.” Her eyes lit up with amusement, not the fear she should be feeling right about now.
“Whoa Danielle, what’s the deal? I’m excited to see you since it’s been years but you…”
“Want you to get out of my face.” I finished her sentence. The sound of a glass being set against the counter behind me is the only thing that drew me away from eyeing her down.
When I turned to see what made the noise, a cocktail glass full of some pink drink, sat at my spot. I downed whatever it was in one large gulp and slammed it back against the bar. Sanders stood cautiously in front of me ignoring all other customers as he noticed the tense situation directly in front of him.
“Beer.” I said, before downing the remainder of the one I was sipping on. Sanders nodded, but was hesitant about turning his attention away from me.
“I’m really not getting where this hostility is coming from, Danielle.” Jayme said. This girl was no fool, just really good at making people think she was.
“How’s the happily ever after with yet another one of my exes?” She cocked her stupid looking-face to the side.
“What are you talking about?” The urge to slap her as hard as I could was rising.
“Kevin Harp—my ex-boyfriend a.k.a. your husband.”
Jayme lifted her left hand, my gaze instantly dropped to her ring finger—bare. With a frown Jayme said, “We’re getting a divorce but I didn’t know you were with him.”
“That’s bullshit, Jayme. You knew I was with him.” I was seconds away from bringing up Oliver but I knew that was a touchy subject for Corey. Plus, I was so not in the mood to fight over that tonight.
“If