“Any of them. Who’s single?”
I laugh. “All of us are single except Cillian.”
After I stir the two ingredients, I slowly pour the grenadine inside the edge of the glass, observing the red syrup settle at the bottom. I plop a cherry on top and put an orange slice on the rim before sliding it over.
“The Kingston brothers,” Midge sighs, grabbing the glass. “Everyone wants a piece of one of you boys.”
“Not everyone,” I state, glancing at London. Midge laughs as London once again rolls her eyes.
“Hunter’s not a bad guy,” Midge says.
“Oh, God,” I mutter in disgust. “If anyone ever describes me as not a bad guy I want you to shoot me in the face. What a terrible way to be described.”
“Hunter is kind, generous, and thoughtful,” London defends.
Not really a better description, but okay.
“Anyway,” Midge interrupts. “Merrick. How is he?”
“Not the one you should be interested in since he just left.”
“I know. Damn. I should’ve put the moves on him a while back. Now I’m gonna miss out on the good life. How about Elijah?”
“Probably too old for you.”
“He’s what? Thirty?”
“Thirty-five.”
“That’s not too old for me, plus I love his sexy professor vibe.”
I scrunch my face up. “Well, Elijah and Cillian will be by later.”
“I’ll be sure to say hi,” Midge says with a grin, tucking her short black hair behind her ear.
“London? Need me to...” I stop myself and just gesture to the glass.
“Yes, please.”
After I give London another drink, I go busy myself with a group of girls who’ve approached the bar. Two are pretty hot, but neither have anything on London.
When London first walked into the bar, my dick twitched, wanting to say hello immediately. She strutted in wearing a black shirt tucked into a white skirt with a white blazer to match. Her long legs were on display, showing off a slight tan, and her black heels click-clacked across the hardwood floor as she made her way to me. Her blond hair fell well past her shoulders in waves, and all I could think was that she didn’t belong in this small town. She belonged in Hollywood or on a runway. More importantly, she belonged in my bed.
However, that was also the day I found out she was off limits. Hunter called her shortly after she settled in in front of me, and I heard enough to know she wasn’t single.
So, while I still like to flirt with her, I mainly focus on the people who are available.
“Hey ladies. How can I serve you?” I flirt.
“Service me?” One of them asks, flirting back. “I can think of some ways.”
I throw her a smile and take her order first. She orders a Long Island iced tea, two of the other ones get margaritas, and the last one orders water since she’s the designated driver.
“You guys here to check out the band?” I ask.
“They are,” the flirty one states. “I’m here to check out the bartender.”
Midge and London’s high-pitched cackle floats across the room.
“Is that right?” I slide the drink across the bar, allowing my hand to linger for the briefest moment. “You hear something about me?”
Her tongue snakes out and runs across her top lip. “Maybe.”
Small town means big gossip. I’ve had my fair share of women, so I don’t doubt they tell a friend, and that friend tells a friend, so word gets around.
“Must’ve been good.”
Once I get the other girls’ their drinks and gather their money, they wander off, leaving their friend to me.
“Oh, it was good.”
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Olive,” she answers, batting her long, dark lashes at me.
“Well, Olive. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Royce.”
“I know who you are,” she states, before sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip.
I take my time to look study her as she ogles me. She’s got a pair of black, skinny jeans on, a white top that shows an inch or two of her flat stomach, and her perky tits look like they want to bust out of the tight shirt. Her big brown eyes pin me in place, waiting for my response.
“I’ll be here all night, darlin’. If you’re willing to wait around for me.”
She nods her head. “Okay.”
“Okay, then,” I say, giving her a parting wink.
“Just that easy, huh?” Craig says.
“What can I say?” I remark with a shrug.
“Did you tell her one of your hilarious jokes?” London inquires as I walk past her.
“I didn’t. You think I should?”
“Pretty sure you already got that in the bag,” Midge giggles. “Or bed.”
“Well, London told me all I needed to do was ask them to sleep with me. You know, since I’m the most attractive man in this town.”
Midge’s eyebrows shoot up right before she gapes at London. “That’s what you said?”
London scoffs. “Definitely didn’t say he was the most attractive man in town. I said he was the cockiest.”
I shrug. “I heard what I heard.”
“You are pretty good-looking,” Midge admits, giving me a once over. “You and your brothers definitely have the top four spots sewn up. I’m not sure in which order I’d rank you, though.”
“Well, for the sake of my ego, and since you’re right in front of me, please say I’m number one.”
“Oh whatever. Get back to work,” she jokes, throwing her cherry stem at me.
I glance at my watch and notice it’s almost nine. The band is about to get on stage soon, so it’s time to get things ready.
“Well, ladies. Time to see how these new guys measure up.”
I adjust the lighting, making it even darker throughout the room, while lighting the stage up. I cut off the music that’s already blaring through the surround sound and head to the stage to introduce the new band.
“All right, people. It’s time to introduce an up-and-coming band. They have big shoes to fill, but let’s give ‘em a shot, okay? Welcome to the stage, The Remington Six.”
As I make my way back to the bar, Olive stops me by grabbing my forearm. I
