Page 8 of Matteo

The woman before me let a deep sigh fall from her lips. Rain was easily one of the most beautiful women I knew. She never needed any makeup as far as I was concerned, her complexion was flawless. Right above her perfectly pouty lips sat a tiny dark beauty mark making her mouth even more irresistible.

“Agent Zacharra,” she rolled her eyes.

“Now Rain, why you gotta call me by my government name,” I chuckled throwing a few pieces of large glass onto the serving tray.

“I said I got it,” she snapped.

This woman did not like me, and I’d even tried to get her to go on a date. We had a little bit of history considering her sister and my brother were pretty hot and heavy. I would even go so far as to use the words, in love.

She stood up then, all the glass collected, and I noticed she had a few tendrils of hair loose. Absentmindedly, I swept them behind her ear.

“Hey what in the hell buddy…” Her eyes had started to shoot off sparks.

Feeling foolish, I stuttered out an apology. “Ah…I…I… I’m sorry.”

Rain raked her eyes over me as if she were ripping my skin to shreds and then finally stormed off.

Watching her go, I sat back down in the booth and pulled a long swig of beer down my throat. Something had just happened to me that hadn’t occurred in years.

I couldn’t explain it.

I didn’t quite understand it.

As a child I’d had a severe stutter, it was to the point that my father would often yell at me, and other children would make fun of me for it.

Taking a deep breath, I counted myself down.

I hadn’t stuttered in fucking years.

Since freshman year of high school, my brain felt suddenly tired.

Rain Ellis-Allan had made me fucking stutter like a goddamn schoolboy. When the beer was drained from the glass, I slammed it down.

Watching the last of the sudsy remnants slide down the inside of the glass, I decided I wanted another beer. For just a moment, I’d thought about fleeing.

Nope she’s just gonna have to deal with me being here,I thought.

Closing the laptop, I maneuvered over to the bar to order another beer. It was nearly impossible to slide in between people, the crowd was thicker than Texas Toast. Managing to get between a few people, I waited.

Rain had gotten behind the bar, making drinks and I could see a little sheen of sweat on her brow. She spotted me and came over, rolling her eyes as she did.

“What?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Have I done something to you this evening?”

She rolled her eyes again. “Agent Zacharra, please tell me what you need.”

Your cute mouth on my hard and waiting dick…

The thought seemed to shock me, and something seemed to tingle at the base of my neck. Raising my hand, I rubbed at the spot on my neck. Rain crossed her arms and started to tap her feet, I guessed I’d taken too long.

“Beer, please.”

“What kind?”

“…pale ale,Stizzoso.”

Her eyes turned up slightly, her gaze becoming angry, and she leaned forward on the bar. “What did you just call me?”

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