Page 35 of Forgotten Comeback
I slide over a cocktail napkin and pen, and Kat writes down her number.
Taylor locks eyes with me from across the bar.Knew I’d get her attention.I flash a mega-watt smile at Kat as I accept the napkin. “I don’t have his number, but now I have yours,” I lie.
Sheclicksher tongue. “Dirty.”
I’m called to the other end of the bar, and Kat excuses herself as I get back to work. “Can I get an espresso martini?” A rather obnoxious drunk man shouts.
I tell him in a bored tone, “No.”
“Why not?”
Like a game show model, I hold up my hand to the display shelf. “Options.”
“Get me a margarita.”
“No.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Again, I hold up my hand to the display shelf. “Options.”
“You’re telling me you can’t make a margarita?”
I grab the tequila bottle, pouring a shot. Sliding it over with a wedge of lime and the salt shaker, I say, “There’s your margarita.”
“Asshole,” the man sputters, walking away.
“My, it’s difficult to get good service these days,” Taylor says with laughter in her voice.
“Care for a Margarita?” I slide the shot in front of her.
She crinkles her nose. “No thanks. I’d rather not spend the night with my head on the toilet seat.”
“Planning on spending the night with your head between your girlfriend’s legs? Too bad she won’t return the favor,” I can’t help but take a jab.
Her jade eyes rage. “And this is why I said we wouldn’t touch each other; I don’t have time for obsessed fuckboys.”
I smirk, leaning over the bar. “Still afraid you’re going to fall in love with me, huh, man-eater. Too bad there’s no risk of that with you and Mia.”
“On second thought, I’ll take that Margarita.” She grabs the shot glass, flinging the tequila in my face before shoving away from the bar.
Cursing, I grab a towel and wipe the alcohol from my eyes, now stinging like a motherfucker. I toss it on the bar, turning around so my dick can calm down.
A rage boner. That’s a new one, even for me.
Getting my shit under control, I return to slinging booze to obnoxious drunkards. A flash of red catches the corner of myeyes. Taylor and Mia are on the dance floor, grinding against each other. Mia’s no good for her, and I don’t get why someone as smart as Taylor doesn’t see that….
Why do you even care?
Again, good fucking question.
Kat joins the duo, and I make my way across the dance floor. Trying to get under Taylor’s skin—I mean Mia’s—I grab Kat by the hips and dance with her.
Taylor’s eyes land on my hand grasping her friend’s waist, but before I can poke the bear further, I’m sucker-punched out of nowhere.
My head snaps back, and I straighten in time to watch Kat being led away by a man in a ghost mask.
“Oh my God!” Mia squeals. “Are you okay?”
