Page 75 of The Originals

He was so focused on Regina he didn’t pay too much attention to Jack and Colleen. He had more important matters to tend to. Namely, giving Regina her gift. He’d worked all afternoon on it.

“Are those two fucking?” Regina asked.

Grain had no idea, but he had his own suspicions. “What do you think?”

“I think Dunn would be pissed she rode off with his president.”

Maybe. But after the comment from Dove at the bar that night, it would serve Dunn right for losing Colleen, if it was true. What kind of man raised his hand to a woman? Certainly not one who’d have Grain’s respect.

“Wouldn’t have reason to be pissed if he treated her better. Always gonna be a better man waiting in the wings for a good woman.”

“Oh yeah? Where’s mine waiting?”

This fucking woman of mine.

Grain wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. She was still feigning resistance, but he knew better.

“Got something for you.”

“If you say a threesome, I will fucking kill you!”

Grain shook his head, giving in to a chuckle, and released her. He walked around behind the bar and started grabbing a few bottles of liquor.

“Making you a drink.” He said.

“Vodka will do.”

“Been working on something special for you.”

Grain started mixing the drink, careful to keep the recipe under wraps. This would be her drink only. He capped the container and started shaking it up.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s yours.”

“Mine?”

Grain raised his brows. “It’s your drink.”

Regina seemed hesitant, but Grain watched her eye the shaker in his hand.

“It’s my drink?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it called the Regina?”

Grain snorted. “Something like that.”

If he’d made it right, and it had the effect he was hoping for, it would have a different name. Grain poured the pink liquid in a glass and put a small straw in before handing it to her. Regina immediately pulled out the straw, tossing it onto the bar.

Grain watched her take a small sip, lick her lips, and then take another.

“Oooo.” One of the club whores stopped at the end of the bar, looking at the drink. “Can I have one of those?”

Grain didn’t even have time to part his lips.

“No! It’s my drink. Now fuck off,” Regina snapped, harshly glaring at the girl.

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