Page 6 of Red's Revenge

I don’t bother turning, knowing the girl riding the bull has probably wiped out.

“Must be a popular thing around here,” I comment as I sip the water this time.

“Everyone wants a ride on Big Red.” The guy shakes his head in disappointment, I think.

“Is that the bull?” I’m confused why he’d be upset.

The place is crowded, and it sure as shit isn’t for the great service or music.

“Nope, it’s me.” A deep, gravelly voice says behind me, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Slowly I turn and meet the guy with the fantastic ass face to face.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and for the first time in my life, I have no witty comeback. I can hear the bartender chuckle.

“I’ll go grab your order. Behave Red. You’ve caused enough of a mess here tonight.” The way they speak to each other implies aclose friendship, but the more I stare, the more I can see a family resemblance.

Brothers?

A group of girls rushes him and tries to pull him away, but he hasn’t even blinked or acknowledged them. He’s still staring right into my eyes, and the strange intimacy is making me squirm.

“You busy tonight, Red?” A young blonde girl hangs on his arm, and he shakes her off like she’s a pest.

“Yes,” that’s it.

One word without blinking or looking away from me to her. She’s totally and utterly dismissed like last week’s trash. And the girls run off, giggling as if grateful for the privilege of being in his presence.

Oh, hell no.

“That was rude. She actually wanted your attention.” I turn my back to him and take another sip of water.

He takes the empty seat to my left and places his cowboy hat on the bartop.

Don’t look. DO NOT LOOK.

Of course, he’s fucking bald! There go my panties. FUCK.

You are in a committed relationship. Stop being a hussy.

Time to deflect.

“So everyone gets a ride, huh? Where I’m from, there’s a word for people like you.” He cracks a grin and turns his body into me.

He leans in slightly like the music is too loud for me to hear him.

“Fun?” he whispers in my ear.

I suppress the shiver that runs straight down my back to my toes.

“Loose.” I turn to smirk, misjudging how close we are.

He smiles as if I gave him the reaction he wanted. BASTARD.

“Better than whore, I guess. Regardless, I’m worth the headache.” I roll my eyes and turn away.

“I highly doubt that.” I sip my water until the glass is drained dry.

“We could see in the morning, Sugar.” Did he just proposition me?

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