Page 11 of Naughty & Nice

“Not officially. You were at Sam’s party, right?”

“Yes. That was quite the shindig.”

“With Sam, it always is.” Alden looks over his shoulder, and a bright smile takes over as he finds the blonde in the corner.

“That your girl?” I ask.

“Cece. Yeah. I hit the jackpot there. If you’re in the market for some good honey, try What’s the Buzz. It’s the best around.”

“She sells honey?” Seems like such a random thing to sell, but in this town, nothing surprises me.

“She’s a beekeeper,” Jason says as Alden strolls toward Cece and Addison’s table. “It’s fuck hot. He really did hit the jackpot.”

The other female at the table is the one I can’t stop thinking isfuck hot. This thought bubble has barely popped from overhead before I see her leaning over the bar just to the left of us. Her sweet tits are straining against the fabric of her bright blue top. They’re almost too perfect. Are they fake?

Why is she at the bar? I think the cocktail waitress has delivered about ten drinks to their table from hopeful men wanting an in. It wouldn’t be shocking to see this sassy little number ignore all of them and stroll up here and order a completely different concoction, just to show everyone how unimpressed she is.

The bartender gives her a basket of pretzels and a wink. Watching my makeshift television in front of me, my heart rate picks up as she heads our way, leaning in to give Jason a quick peck on the cheek before returning to her table.What? I don’t even get a hello?

Staring back at my reflection, I practically flip myself the finger. Why am I getting irritated?You want zero to do with this temptation, Trevor. Zero. Nothing but trouble, remember?I look over my shoulder, scanning the bar. There has to be one semi-attractive woman here who doesn’t look like a clinger.

My gaze lands on Cece and Alden, and I realize Addy is no longer at the table. My eyes flick about until they spot her standing at the end of the bar, a large muscular man holding her elbow as he speaks to her. Her face looks… what? Irritated? Pained? What’s he saying to her to cause her to have such a pensive expression?

I take a sip of my beer and turn to see if any of her friends are watching the interaction unfold. But Jason is speaking with an older guy who’s just entered the bar, and the other guys are in the corner playing pool. Is there anyone here who could step in?

Looking back to her, I see her face appears red.What the fuck?She appears to be trying to withdraw her arm from his clutches. Am I reading this right? This feisty woman can surely defend herself from unwanted advances. Right?

Addison’s other hand reaches over in an attempt to unfurl his grasp from her arm, and my indecision snaps. That’s it. I’ll ask for forgiveness later.

“Come on, doll. You know you miss it.”

“Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” I say, pulling her into my side. “You promised me a drink.”

Stunned, she looks up at me, eyes wide.Come on, sassy pants, play along.

“You’ve probably forgotten. Last weekend, at Sam’s party. You said you owed me a drink.” I nod, hoping she’ll join me in this charade.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Her voice sounds tremulous. This is definitely not like the ballbuster I met.

“You were so busy with all of your friends. It’s no wonder you forgot.” I force a laugh. This asshole still has his hands on her, and I’m about to fucking lose it. “Sorry to interrupt,” I lie. I reach over with my left hand, so he’ll have to shake with the arm currently restraining his unwilling guest. “I’m Trevor. Just moved here.”

Dropping his hold on her, he extends his left arm. “Yeah. Marcus,” he responds without a hint of genuine interest. He finally shifts his gaze from Addy to me, appearing to size me up.

“You got a drink for me?” I ask her, trying to push this conversation along so I can get her away from this neanderthal.

“Uh, yeah. Several. Come with me.”

Dropping my arm from around her waist, I follow her to the table covered in various cocktails. The act is now over, and I can’t continue staying this close to her. It’s bad enough I’ve been obsessing over her since I got here. Now I’m going to have the scent of cupcakes permanently in my thoughts as I jack off to her at night.

She waves her hand in front of the drinks, silently offering me to choose. I have no idea what I’m looking at, but pick up one that appears to be a vodka tonic.

“Does this happen every time you go out?”

“No. We didn’t date long. He’s a dick. But you saw that. Thank you for rescuing me.”

“You’re welcome. But I meant this,” I answer, pointing toward the cocktail collection.

“Oh.” She giggles. Fuck that sound. My dick just woke back up. “Sometimes.” She just shrugs her shoulders playfully as if she doesn’t think it’s a big deal. The fact she doesn’t take this or her magnificent looks seriously is a turn-on. Hell, Ashley would be making sure everyone in this bar was aware who the star of the show was.

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