“Checking to see if there are any pretty ladies for you.”
I let out an annoyed groan.
“You’re into redheads, right?” he asks while looking at the back of the bar.
I roll my eyes. “It’s not happening, dude. I’m not feeling it.”
Xander keeps looking around the bar, not even listening to me.
“This is a dive bar,” I say to him. “The only people who ever come here are us, your guys’ significant others, and middle-aged regulars. Not really my type.”
Xander looks over at the bar and starts to smile. He turns to look at me. “You sure about that? Looks like they hired a new bartender. And she’s hot.”
I turn to look and almost choke. Because there’s my new neighbor pouring drinks at the bar.
Chapter 4
Braden
“No fucking way…” I mutter as I watch my hot neighbor pour a row of shots along the bartop.
“Wait, do you know her?” Xander asks.
“Uh, kind of. We met, but I don’t know her name.” I tug a hand through my hair when I think about our run-in yesterday.
How pissed off she was about the music blasting in my apartment. How when I first saw her, all I could do was stare at her. She was stunning. Those big, honey-brown eyes. Her long, wavy golden brown hair that was messy from sleeping.
The way her boobs jiggled in that tank top she was wearing. How plump her ass looked in those tiny sleeping shorts.
And her back dimples…
My dick twitches in my pants when I think about those sexy as fuck dimples on her lower back, right above her shorts. I’m a sucker for dimples on a woman—on her back and her face.
I think about how we bickered before she made thatshitty comment about me being a hockey player and stomped off to her apartment.
“She’s my new neighbor,” I say after a second. “And she hates hockey players.”
I tell the guys what went down between us.
“Damn. That sucks,” Del says.
“Yeah. Yikes.” Theo winces.
Xander shoves my shoulder. “Now’s the perfect time to make it right. Go introduce yourself. And hey, if it goes well, you could give her the D,” he jokes.
I punch his arm, and he laughs.
“Seriously though, you should apologize to her,” Xander says. “Being woken up by your neighbor’s loud music fucking sucks.”
“Yeah. The last thing you want is for her to be pissed off at you. Makes for a shitty living situation,” Theo says.
I sigh. They’re right. I was in the wrong yesterday. Yeah, she was pretty harsh toward me, but I can’t blame her. I’m the one who left my music blasting and woke her up. I should have just apologized and let her go off on me instead of giving her a hard time.
I should at least try to make things right.
I push up from the table. “Wish me luck.”
I walk up to the bar right as she finishes serving a customer.