Page 29 of Undone, Love Times Three

I take everything back. Looks play abigpart in that first impression. I take five seconds to do a sweep of his face and down his body and back up to his mouth. His lips are parted and when I meet his eyes, I get lost in the depths of them. They’re a deep midnight blue.

“I’ve heard this is one of the best beers in Chicago. Care to join us for one?”

The other guy speaks. I drag my eyes away from the cute one to look at him. He’s good-looking but I can tell by the way his eyes move over me, pausing on my breasts, that he is an ass. I risk another look at the guy in black and am surprised to see him scowling at his friend.

“My boss is a hard ass,” I tell him. “And we’re kind of busy.”

“Ah, I’m sure he won’t mind if you stay for one drink.” He touches my forearm with his finger.

It’s a struggle not to punch his throat. Instead, I move my arm away. I can handle this. If he was hassling one of my servers, I would react.

“She’s busy, Reed. Let her go do her job.”

That from the sexy one. I arch a brow at him. He’s resting one elbow on the table and picks up the beer with his other hand. He raises it to his lips and swallows, not using the chilled glass I brought.

Nope, straight from the bottle. Not that I’m complaining. Is someone drinking from a bottle sexy? He may change my way of thinking.

“It looks like there are plenty of people here to wait on these customers. Why don’t you sit a spell? I’ll make it worth your while.”

I barely hear him. Dark-haired and dangerous doesn’t run his eyes over me, he doesn’t look like a sleazebag. He stares right into my eyes as he swallows his beer.

A twenty-dollar bill is pushed across the table between the two men. That draws me away from whatever is going on here, and I look down at the money.

Is he for real? He thinks twenty bucks is going to get him anything other than a look of disdain, or a kick up the ass.

“Why thank you. Enjoy your drinks fellers,” I pick up the twenty, whirl around and walk away.

The sexy guy laughs, and a grin sweeps across my mouth. Best not go over to table twelve again tonight. And not because of the sleazebag thinking a twenty is going to get him anywhere with me. Or any of the other self-respecting women in here.

Nope, it’s the other one. He is the kind of man who could get me into a lot of trouble. And I have a funny feeling he knows it.

Blue

Daniel

Reed Faulkner doesn’t know how to handle his drink, and he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. The number of women he’s struck out with tonight is embarrassing. He’s a good-looking guy, but he is an absolute ass when talking to women. Particularly here.

These women don’t care that he’s rich, they’re here to have fun, not be picked up by an asshole with a fat wallet.

We haven’t signed on the dotted line, which is why I haven’t left yet. That, and the sexy bar tender. I’ve been tracking her everywhere she goes.

She hasn’t come back since the first drink she served us. The only people serving our drinks have been two guys. Sliding a twenty across the table would never get her to hang out with Reed.

I tried really hard not to laugh when she snatched that note and walked away.

She’s wearing jean shorts, and a T-shirt that has a knot at the waist, pulling it taut over her breasts and against her tanned flat stomach. Tall for a woman, she doesn’t need heels and has got sneakers on, probably because she is on her feet all night working here. Her long, lean legs and the tightness of her t-shirt aren’t what is intriguing to me though.

It’s the way she carries herself. She exudes confidence in every step she takes. The place is packed, but she talks to everyone like she knows them. I’ve never seen anyone rebuke so many men without making them mad in my life.

The longer we’ve been here, the more irritating Reed has become. I’m no one’s pimp. If he wants to pick up a woman, he can do it without my help. Except he’s way too drunk for any of the women here. He’s ordered enough drinks to the table, hoping the hot bartender comes back.

He switched to vodka, but I stuck with the IPA and have only had two. I’ve never tasted anything like it, or heard of the brand. After the first one, I took a picture of the bottle and sent it to my brother to see if he has ever heard of it. He hasn’t got back to me yet.

Reed goes to the bathroom, leaving me alone at the table. As the guy server walks by, I spot him carrying more of the beer and get up.

“Hey, could I ask about the beer?”

“You and everyone else who comes in. It’s on the website, dude. It’s Blue’s exclusive. You can’t get it anywhere else.”

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