“Whatever is fine. I trust you. Sit with me for a minute. No one will mind. Trust me.” He purred, showing off a knee-weakening, crooked half-smile. His lips were full, dark red and lusciously moist.
My mind drifting, I couldn't help but inventory the tables, finding the perfect one that would be the most supportive. I had to remove myself from his presence before I did something I’d regret. “Of course, maybe I wouldn’t regret it,” I mumbled under my breath.
His eyes were somehow more intense the instant those words escaped my mouth. “Did you say something?”
“Nope. Whatever comin’ up,” I said, ignoring him. I turned away from him quickly so I could melt. Literally, melt. Okay, not literally, but you get the point. Audibly exhaling, I walked as fast as I could to the bar, really hoping that I didn’t trip over my feet on the way.
“Hey, Brad, three Jack & Cokes, White Zinfandel, scotch on the rocks, brandy straight up, and a beer.” “What kind of beer?” he asked, in the midst of an ass shake as he mixed the liquids in the cocktail shaker. He had to keep his fans entertained.
“He said, and I quote, ‘Whatever is fine.’”
He winked, and then added, “Okay, you got it, Ves.”
“Actually, make that beer Midnight Sun’s Flying Reindeer Rauchbock.”
Brad's expression turned dark. After a moment, he replied, “A flying reindeer what? Ves, I have no idea what you just said,” I audibly exhaled as he continued, “We are in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma, may I add. We don’t have anything with a name that long-winded.” I had that coming.
I had known Brad Carter since high school. He was easy on the eyes, I guess. With naturally glowing bronze skin, bright green eyes and dirty-blonde hair, he received a lot of gazes, gawks and giggles. He had been blessed with muscles to melt any woman’s… well, let’s just say heart. He was like a big brother to me; therefore, I’d prefer not to think about what he melted in a woman. All the girls in the town, and out of town for that matter, went crazy over him. I just didn’t see him in that kind of way.
“Never mind, I have no idea where that came from. I’m sure a Shiner Bock will be fine.” I felt my cheeks blush to intense crimson.
“What’s wrong?” Brad put down the vodka bottle and gave me his full attention.
I mentally debated whether I should tell him or not. He tended to be a little dramatic when it came to me and my safety. His expression grew more intense as each second passed. “Ves, you better go on and spit it out. I have all night to drag it out of you.” Brad’s left eyebrow lifted in suspense.
“Ugh, fine, I think that guy at table six is crazy. He’s really freakin’ me out. Keep an eye on him, please?” I didn’t mean for it all to spill out. I started to load my serving tray. “I’m probably just being a bitch. I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Which guy?” he asked, looking in that general area.
I looked that way too. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere. I scoured the entire bar and saw no sign of him. I didn’t feel him either. I felt cold. My body had been shivering slightly since I left his table. However, I did notice that Rob and his friends had sat at a table in my section. My attention was directed to them immediately.
“Okay, never mind. Here, put this back. I need to add two cokes, a sprite, and a club soda, please.” I handed him the beer as he pushed the latter part of my order my direction. “If he comes back, I’ll let you know. Thanks.”
“You do that. Did he do anything I should know about?”
“Well, that’s a loaded question. What’s “out of the ordinary” for this place?” My reply was sarcastic.
“Vess, you know what I mean.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary. He just gave me the creeps.” I yelled so he could hear me over the roar of the music and the squeals of his adoring fans sitting in front of him.
Brad provided a serious expression, which consisted of a crease in his brow and frown on his face. I walked off with my full tray minus one beer.
Through my peripheral vision, I saw Amber come up beside me. “Who was that?” she asked with her usual asshole attitude.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“Well, I don’t like him. He gives me the creeps.”
“In that case, it's a good thing he didn’t sit in your section.”
She sighed. “Devilish good looks, too bad. That is just my type.” Her voice was slow and desperate as she stared off in the distance, daydreaming no doubt. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked off.
“Wow, he was good looking. I love his hair. It’s like that curly, tangled ‘just rolled out of bed’ look. His hair all but says ‘badass’ through and through. Mmm… hmm, what I wouldn’t do to his bad ass,” Myra expressed in a seductive purr. “Did you get his name?”
“No, I didn’t.” I rolled my eyes at her. Her reaction didn’t surprise me. I knew her better than she knew herself.
“Oh, that's a shame. What I wouldn’t do to that ass,” she repeated. She sighed as she pouted out her bottom lip.
“Hey, guys. How are you tonight?” I said as I approached Rob’s table.
“Hey, Ves, we are doing just great. Did you see the decorations?” Rob replied in an exhausted, but excited tone.
I laughed. “Yeah, I saw them. Is there any way to miss them? They scared the shit out of me. I thought I was going to hit whatever is hanging over Main Street. The decorations are super low. Can you tone
