Page 2 of No, For An Answer
“I said your name like five times, babe.”
Because it’s not my name dickwad.And babe? So gross.
“Sorry. It’s been a long day for me. A lot of traveling.” I smile sweetly. It’s surprising how lying has become such an easy thing for me now. Flowing out my mouth like air. Reaching over andbrushing my fingers up his arm. I know this bible basher doesn’t intend on fucking me. It’s all just a rouse. But preacher boy here looks like he’s about to come in his pants any second. Plus, the hard on he’s sporting in his khaki slacks proves to me that the gimp doesn’t get touched by a woman very often. His priest… maybe.
“I think I should go.” he says, nervously pulling his hand back.
You have got to be kidding me? That easy?
Please do because I am bored out of my ass. I’ve been sat here for over an hour now, listening to him drone on about Jesus and how he saves and all the usual bullshit. I don’t even think he’s wet his wick yet. Twenty-five and already married to the church.
“Why don’t you come by the church tomorrow before you leave.”
Oh here we go again.The more I listen, the more I understand Judas.
He smiles as he puts the glass -that was once filled with a god damn cranberry juice- down on the table.
“Yeah, hard pass. I came here to get fucked tonight, Clive,” I straighten myself. “Not to join a cult. So, thanks but no thanks.” I shot the rest of my tequila and sit back in the chair. His jaw is hanging open now. I flick my hand in the air at him. “You’re free to go God botherer.”
“Jesus, Jamie.”
“Eat my ass, Clive.” I’m so bored of this right now. He steps back in shock.
“Sex out of wedlock is a sin.” He points at me.
“And so are those fucking sandals you’re wearing.” He’s looking at me now like I’ve grown a second head. Turning on his heel, he hurriedly walks away from me.
“I also don’t think you’re God would appreciate you being on Link either.” I call after him. Laughing to myself as he practically runs the last few steps out of the bar.
I stand up and make my way over to the bar to pay my tab. I’m prayingI won’t make it that far. I didn’t waste all my time here just to have this fail. I lean over the counter and signal for the bartender. He raises a finger at me from the other end of the bar and smiles.
“Bad night?”
Bingo.
I turn to the left and lock eyes with the man beside me. His Emerald green eyes are framed with long dark lashes that women everywhere would kill for and a jawline that could cut glass. His thick, black hair is styled short around the back and sides, with a little length on top that sits perfectly pushed back from his face.
“You have no idea,” I huff. The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk as my eyes home in on his mouth. “You?”
“You could say that.”
“Wife?”
“Single.” He turns his body to face me slightly and it’s then that I realise just how broad this man is. His muscular physique presses through the black shirt that clings to every curve of muscle on his arms and chest. Am I drooling? I feel like I’m drooling.
Focus Ashley.
“You?” He lifts his chin slightly.
“Very much so.” I watch as his eyes flick to my lips then back up to meet my eyes and if I wasn’t paying attention, I’d have missed the action entirely it was so quick.
“You plan on leaving?” He takes a sip of what I’m assuming is whisky. Leaning one elbow on the bar.
“Why you want to buy me a drink?” I chuckle.
“How old are you?” He lifts an eyebrow.
“Old enough,” I shrug.
