"Another beer, Mr. Bloembergen?" the same bartender asked, smiling. "You read my mind, mate," he bawled. As he was about to down his beer, a whisper entered his ear. Logan glanced at his side. "Hello, you. What's a hot hunk like you doing here all alone?" Turning around, Logan plastered on a huge grin. At last, a babe.
And a hot one too. All thoughts of Apple were pushed to the back of his mind as he took in the sight of the hot silver sitting before him, exuding her sexual allure. She sat there sexily with her long slender legs crossed, revealing a large amount of bare skin, and her blouse unbuttoned dangerously low.
Cough! Logan nearly choked. The top was almost see-through, a white creamy color, displaying her lacey bra underneath that he guessed would have to be a D-cup to support those voluptuous breasts.
Thank the Lord!. "Yeah, I'm alone." Logan acted all poised again. "For now. Can I buy you a drink?" The woman nodded. "Make it a Cosmopolitan," she said, and her voice, Lord, it oozed sex.
Logan was so excited. Really, excited. He tapped for attendance again. "Put it on the tab again, sir?" the bartender asked. "Yep." He spoke without looking at the man, his eyes still on the beauty before him. When their drinks arrived, they both cheered. "Your name, sweetheart?" he probed. "Mystery."
"You want to keep it a secret?" Logan asked, intrigued. Everything about her was perfect—perfect legs, perfect face, perfect lips. And her breasts, those breasts were like watermelons, thrust forward for his viewing, tempting him to taste their delicious sweetness. But looking at her body, he wasn't so pleased.
A little too thin for his liking. He liked his women with a little meat. But what the hell! He was desperate to have a good time, so anything would do right now. "I don't know you yet," she spoke softly, eyeing him seductively through long, shaded lashes, her fingers automatically moving to trace the outline of his collar.
"I'm not in the habit of telling my name to strangers." By this time, her fingers were playing along his jawline, tracing over his short stubble. "I get a feeling that we might not be strangers long," he huskily whispered in her ear, eyeing her lustfully, sending out sexual signals. "You think?" she cheekily asked. "I don't think," he stated. "I know, sweetheart."
The mysterious woman laughed and then they started chatting like she was his long-lost lover. They had a lot of fun chatting, and just when he was about to make his move on her, she excused herself. Damn! He looked like he wasn't going to get any hot babe to warm his bed tonight.
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"Are you looking for Mr. Bloembergen?" the Korean waiter asked James. "Yep, Hyung." He used the honorific Hyung as a form of saying older brother in Korean to get in the waiter's good graces. "Where is he? I was told he would be here tonight." "He's right over there."
The waiter pointed to the man sitting alone at the bar, drinking Speight. "What's with everyone? Why is everyone looking for Mr. Bloembergen? A minute ago I was told to deliver a note to Mr. Bloembergen by this silver-haired lady," the waiter grumbled. "And I have so much work to do right now." "Did you deliver it yet?" James asked as a plan formulated in his head. "No, not yet. I'm about to do it right now."
"Jackpot!" James shouted. "Jackpot?" the waiter asked. "Don't worry, Hyung, about the jackpot, I mean. About the message, though, I'll take care of it for you instead, okay?" James asked, hoping he could deliver the message to Logan, whom he thought was Ulysses.
"You sure?" he asked, unsure whether it would be wise to let a young kid who wasn't even legal remain in this bar. If the law ever found out, he would be hung for sure. Plus, the kid didn't even work here. Just because he knew the big boss who owned Torque…