Page 92 of Best Served Cold

His eyes darted around, like he was checking to see if anyone was watching us. They were.

“That’s what I thought. Now fuck off.”

Before he could react, I leaned back against the bar and resumed reading the labels.

“Another?” the bartender asked, stepping into my field of vision.

I nodded and dug out my wallet.

“Are you having a good night?” she asked as she skillfully made my drink.

“Yeah,” I lied.

“I haven’t seen you around before.” She slid a glass toward me and leaned closer. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your night better.”

Her expression, and the way she was showcasing her ample cleavage, told me her offer wasn’t just extended out of friendly obligation.

I took a longer look at her.

She was cute. Long dark hair, big brown eyes, a button nose, and plush lips.

She kinda looked like a female version of Zane.

Fuck.

Why’d I go there?

I’d managed to not think about him for the past few minutes, now he was all I could think about.

Fucking awesome.

I put a bill on the bar and slid it to her. “I will, thanks.”

She took the bill, her face hungry as she looked me up and down.

“No change.”

She tucked the bill away, giving me one more sultry stare, then moved down the bar to another customer.

Reaching for the sweaty glass, I spun around and scanned the club.

The dance floor was packed with people letting loose and having a blast. Groups were huddled around tables, in corners, and around the bar. The echo of laughter and excited voices filtered over the steady thump of the music, and the flashing lights created an atmosphere of anonymity and hedonism.

I’d come here to be around people, to not feel so alone. But the only thing worse than being lonely by yourself is being lonely in a crowd.

I downed my drink in several long swallows. The burn of the alcohol was stronger than I expected, but I welcomed it. Anything that broke through the numbness was a win at this point.

Warmth moved through my chest and a heavy feeling came over me.

Maybe I should try to hook up tonight.

Zane was off living his life and putting his dick wherever he wanted. I should do the same.

Or maybe I should just go.

A strange tingle moved through my chest, and my cheeks warmed.

The buzz from the booze was hitting hard.

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