Page 26 of Watercolor Skulls

Her pupils go wide and her lips part slightly. Her eyes bounce over my face. I think she likes me this way. Other women run. They run fast and they run far. Like I said, no one has “fit” me.

A grin spreads across her face. “Jesse warned me you could be an asshole.”

“Oh, did she?” I note this is the first time I’ve heard her curse. She’s getting more comfortable with me.

Lily nods, her chest rising and falling, the t-shirt giving me a sweet peek at the curve of her breast with each exhale.

“Jesse has never seen this side of me. And she never will.” I crowd her again. She tips her head back. My lips crash into hers. She moans quietly into my mouth. When I pull away I keep her trapped, one arm braced on the seat behind her head and the other on the table.

Just then a song on the jukebox starts.Take Me Home Tonightby Eddie Money plays loudly. Fucking Bill. The fucker laughs as he walks over to our table. Slowly I back away from her to tell Bill to fuck off.

He’s standing by our table an amused look on his face. I reach for my wallet, but he stops me. “Drinks are on me tonight.”

Lily leans around me. “Thank you, Bill. I’ll see you Monday,” she tells him.

Is our night coming to an end? I don’t think so and what the fuck does she mean she’ll see him Monday.

Bill explains, noticing the confusion on my face. “Lily is bartending for me starting Monday.”

I glance at her. She nods, an excited look on her face. “Remember, I told you I was going to be working here.”

“No. No fucking way.”

She shoves me in the back. Good luck, little girl, that won’t work.

Bill laughs and slaps his hand down on the table. “I knew this was going to be good.” He pats me on the shoulder and walks away shaking his head.

“What do you mean no way. I am working here.”

I turn slowly in the booth to stare her down. “Let’s go.”

She huffs, sending blue strands of hair fluttering around her face. “Dan.”

“Lily. I’m taking you home. You’ve had too much to drink to drive yourself.”

“I’ve had as many as you,” she says still trying to push me out of the booth. Isn’t that cute.

“Look at me and then take a look at yourself.”

She glances down her tiny frame and sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. Oh, hell that’s sexy. I’m going to love giving her things to pout about.

“Let’s go.” I grab her arm and drag her out of the booth. I kick the door open, holding her with one hand while my other points to the men in the bar ogling my girl. “Look at her again and I’ll rip your eyeballs from your skulls.” I shove her out the door and towards my bike.

“Wait. Wait, I can’t leave my beetle here.”

“Your beetle?” I question, then I spot her Volkswagen. I smile, picturing her cute little ass in the tiny clown car. She digs her heels into the dirt, pointing at the car.

“Calm down. We can come back and get it tomorrow. It will be safe for the night.”

“But will I?” she asks.

My hand drops from her arm.

“Do you want to be?”

Her eyes dart around the parking lot, turmoil skewing her beautiful face. “I…I don’t know,” she whispers.

The back of my finger traces along her jaw line. Her big eyes search mine for reassurance. She isn’t going to find what she’s looking for. I don’t know what will happen when I get her home. Maybe I’ll drop her off at the front door with a kiss goodnight. Maybe I’ll rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on the porch. It’s truly a tossup at this point.

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