She used to be subtle but now she didn't care anymore. Another 12 hour day of negotiations had fried her brain thoroughly and the Grey Goose dirty martini sitting in front of her was just what the doctor ordered. The new bartender was easy on the eye and she was too tired to care if he noticed her stare.
Once again she glanced down at him working at the end of the bar. Dressed in tight jeans and a black tee showing off his nicely chiseled upper body he quickly dipped the glasses...first in the soapy water, then in the clean. There was a rhythm to his work and she mindlessly tapped her shiny black fingernails in time.
It had been a couple of weeks since he started working there and not coincidentally it was her new favorite happy hour spot. He was 25...maybe. Tall with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and blue eyes, always a bit unshaven, full lips that broke into a big smile whenever she came in.
At times she was sure he knew she was watching. She couldn't help herself, eyes pawing at him shamelessly as fantasies about what he looked like bare chested floated through her mind. It had been a long time since she felt anything like this.
She felt the vibration of her cell phone, took a look at the caller ID and rolled her eyes. Would this day ever finish? "Yes?" She said. "Sorry to bother you," the male voice began. "No problem," she said with a barely perceptible sigh. Grabbing her notebook, she began to take notes.
Twenty minutes later a fresh chilled martini glass appeared in front of her. She glanced down to the end of the bar and caught his eye. She raised her glass and mouthed, "Thanks." Another eye roll and a grin in his direction and it was back to her note taking.
"Anything else you need me to know?" She asked closing her Macbook and clicking her pen shut. "Great, I will get the proposal wrapped up and in your hands by midweek." Hanging up her phone, she tucked it and the notebook back into her designer bag.
She startled to feel a hand slide across her back. Two strong hands gripped her tight shoulder muscles and squeezed knowingly. Before she could turn, his cheek pressed against her, his lips whispering against the back of her ear, she heard him say, "You look absolutely delicious."
His strong thumbs released the day's worries and she felt herself melt. She glanced back to see the familiar intense blue eyes looking down at her. Lost in sensation, his hand found hers and lifted her to her feet. She turned and smiled as she looked up at the man who she has watched for weeks. He pulled her close and held her with clear intention. "Got plans for the night?" He whispered with his face buried in her hair.
Tingling from head to toe, she stuttered, "Now I do!" A little tipsy from the martinis and exhausted from the week, her resistance was zero and it felt right to be in his arms. "I think a massage is just what you need." He said as he released her back to her bar stool. "I get off in an hour. Let me replenish that drink for you."
Her thoughts ran chaotic in her busy mind. Who was he? How old was he? What was she thinking? Who cares? All she knew is that he had melted her with a simple touch on the shoulders. She hadn't had a man touch her with such confidence since, well, it might even be since before law school.
Heart pounding, she watched him taking care of the other bar patrons. Occasionally he glanced her way with a knowing smile and a nod or wink. Biting her lip, she knew his thoughts were pure lust, an unquenchable wanting and she didn't care. She was hot and tingly and work, clients and office politics were blissfully knocked right out of her mind. Boom. All she could think about was his mouth on her, her hands in his hair.
Heart pounding she felt her cheeks flush as he cleaned the bar glasses getting ready to finish his shift. Another bartender was now on duty and she knew her massage was next on his agenda. She sipped the last of her martini and popped a vodka soaked olive into her mouth. "Hi, Drew asked me to give you this." The pretty female bartender said sliding a piece of paper her way.
She unfolded the note and read, "Watching you put that olive in your mouth only makes me want to taste u." Her mouth got dry and she tried to swallow. She looked up and caught his eye, an unmistakeable glint of pure desire flashed between them. She felt heat hit her between her legs. God he was hot.
Flustered, she grabbed her bag and retreated to the restroom. A little tipsy, she held the bar to steady herself. Was it the alcohol or was it him? Trying to settle herself, she took a deep breath and walked down the hall. "Don't look, don't look," she whispered to herself as she turned around ignoring her insistent command.
He was looking right at her. "Shit." She said, only pretending to be upset. She used the bathroom, splashed a little cold water on her face, applied her kissable lip gloss and headed back to the bar.
When she go back to her stool, he was nowhere to be seen. There was a folded up piece of paper under her glass. "Meet me in the parking lot." It said. "Drew got your tab," said the bartender with a wink. Liquid courage surging through her veins, she gathered her things and headed out the door.
It only took her a minute to find him. He was leaning up against his car, cigarette dangling out of his mouth. She walked right up to him. "Thanks for taking care of my tab." He smiled. "I plan to take care of a lot more than that."
Pulling her in close he held her and kissed the top of her head. It was as if he sensed her resistance. Backing up and letting her simmer a little bit in expectation, he was rewarded as she softened and let herself be held.
