Dean
I had just finished work, took a quick shower, changed and headed straight to my brothers bar for a relaxing evening. I park my truck in the same, reserved for staff, spot and make my way inside through the back door. The northern wind is blowing strong this evening, if the temperature continues to drop, we might get some snow later in the week. Wrapping my leather jacket closer to my body, I push the double metal doors of Gateway and make my way inside. Memories of when we were refurbishing this old barn, start flooding my brain. Heck! These very two cast iron doors, have proven to be quite the task back in those days, but we all have agreed that Gateway would not have looked the same without them.
I spot at a table in the far corner of the bar, a few of my team members, so I give them a quick nod and head straight towards the bar. I can already feel the glares of the women in the room burning through my skin. Some with anger, some with envy and others with lust. I might have been involved with some of them... those are definitely the ones that are giving me the angry stares and some that are off limits, married or too crazy to touch. They look so hungry, like they wanna eat me alive and then... there are the envy glares, the ones that they think they are too good for me. Heh! What do they know ah?! I chuckle under my breath and lift my head up, when suddenly my eyes catch a slim female figure, sitting with her back at me, on a stool by the bar.
She is wearing a backless black dress, that reveals her soft skin and hugs beautifully her curves. Her blonde hair is gathered low in a bun and I have this eagerness to get it undone and run my fingers through it. I notice my younger brother Jacob, giving her his signature wink and immediately think, this dirty bastard, is yet to change his ways.
I make my way through the crowd and slide next to her, setting my right arm on the bar. I run my eyes shamelessly all over her body, until the waitress asks me about my drink.
"Hey Dean! Nice to see you could make it, shall I get you your usual?" Her soft voice rings in my ears, I turn around and look at her pretty face, my lips pull into a sexy smile, thinking about the intimate night we've spent together and nod in agreement.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" I turn to look at her and act surprised, like I haven't noticed her already. "Were you here before me? I can call her back, to serve you first!"
"I wasn't!" She gives me a clipped answer, without even looking at me. I think my farce has been discovered.
"Can I offer you a drink?" I ask hoping she won't refuse me.
"It has already been taken care of!" She rejects me sweetly turning her head towards me, her beautiful hazel eyes, priercing through mine. God this girl is so gorgeous. My heart hammers into my chest and I set my mind in taking her home tonight. She is looking up at me with a sparkle in her eyes, that I have never seen before. I breather her in her sweet strawberry scent, her beautiful round face with pouty, sexy red full lips and a tiny nose. My eyes drop down to her chest and although its fully covered by this velvety black fabric, her curves and long toned legs, makes me think, God has finally created perfection.
Fully aware that I am checking her up, her lips pull into an amazing smile that creates ripples through my body. Her attention is now diverted from me, when her drink is set on the counter and I suddenly find myself unable to breathe, like I had my oxygen mask, violently ripped off of my face.
"I don't believe I've seen you before, are you passing through town?" I ask, trying to create a conversation, while my eyes are carefully analysing her every movement. Her lips part slowly touching the rim of the martini glass, while she takes a sip of her drink. I suddenly find my self jealous over that martini glass and wishing my lips were parting hers, in a heated kiss. I gulp down the knot forming in my throat and inch my body closer to hers.
"I am here on business!" She replies, her gaze focused on the movement behind the bar. She suddenly turns her head, looking at me again.
"Are you coming here often?" She asks and my heart stops beating in my chest.
"Yes! My brother owns the bar!" I reply with a cocky smirk. "The guy in the black shirt is Jacob, the youngest sibling of our family!"
"Oh! that explains" She says quietly under her breath intending for me not to hear her.