Page 18 of Nick & Nora Martinis

“Yes, can you just clear that glass away? Smithy here has cut herself so I'm going to take her upstairs and clean it up.”

“Sure no problem.” As we go to walk away I hear “fuckin’ hell she got you good and proper didn't she?”

“I know yeah, bitch,” I snigger, as Rob pulls on my arm, I walk out the door.

Once upstairs I put my hand under the cold water tap, cleaning the blood off my hand and wrist. Luckily no glass. Rob stands up with the first aid box in his hand that he's pulled from underneath the sink.

“I do have a kit in the bar, you know.”

“I know, but then I wouldn't be able to do this, would I?”

Standing between my legs, he takes my hand. He kisses my wrist then the back of my hand then turns it over, he's got the plaster ready to go. “Lift your finger for me?” I do as he asks. He puts the plaster on it, then kisses the tip of my finger. He then butterfly-kisses up my arm to my neck and the back of my ear.

“Stop, we can't do this, not now. I have a bar full of people,” I tell him as I moan.

“Do what?” he asks.

I'm just about to say something when his mouth is on mine, oh how I’ve missed this. I open to give him full access to my mouth, groaning in the process. This kiss is deep. His tongue sweeps in and out. He does things to me I can't explain, moving my hand to the top of his jeans. I try to undo his top button. He pulls away. “Come on, if we carry on with this we will not be going back down to the bar.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” I sputter out.

“Nope, I'll see you down there. I have customers to keep happy,” and with that, he walks towards the door.

“If a woman did that to a man she would be called a fucking cock tease,” I shout after him.

He doesn't say anything. All I can hear is his laughter. Bastard, I'll get him back.

Chapter Ten

“Well, that was an eventful night,” Owen says after the last customer leaves and he bolts and locks the doors.

“I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner. I didn't realise that there was trouble going down until I saw Rob,” he continues as he walks over to us, taking a seat opposite me.

“You're not on your own Owen, I only knew when I heard some bloke say about Smithy here being on the floor and he went to help and I stood up to see what he was on about,” says Rob.

“It's okay, thank you for coming to my rescue. Even though I could have handled it.”

“Here we go,” Jayne says as she places the tray on the table. “Pick whatever one you want, bar that one,” as she points to the tall glass. “That's Mary's.”

“Where is she?” I ask.

“In the toilet.”

As Jayne takes her seat, Mary walks over to us. “Is this one mine?” she says as she picks up her glass and takes a sip. “Can I just say congratulations, Abi, on your first successful month and may there be many more.”

“Thanks, Mary.” I give her a big smile.

“How are you feeling, how's the hand?”

“All good, it's fine. Does anyone know who they were, although it won't make any difference because they aren't getting back in here?”

“Does anyone know what the fight was about?”

“I heard that it was over a boy,” Mary says. “Apparently one was sleeping with the other one’s boyfriend behind her back.”

“Stupid cows, fighting over a lad,” Jayne says. “She should have gone to him, I mean the other girl might not have even known. Fucking men, make me mad, love ’em and leave ‘em is what I say.”

“That's a bit unfair Jay,” Owen pipes up.

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