He was tired. His ex had just given him hell, telling him every last thing he did wrong from dropping a two-liter in the store once (he was worn out from a rough day at work and hadn't held it right) to failing to call her back a few times (the reason had been he'd worked until late and had been too tired, and the next morning, she'd wake him with one of her sweet calls that made him smile).
Even though he was feeling a little annoyed at her for picking on him (it always ticked him off when people attacked him for things he could not help), he honestly missed her and felt empty inside without her. All he really wanted at that moment, as he took a drive to his favorite pub, was to be around males and forget about Tara. It's not that JW's didn't allow women. It's just that mostly only men attended. As far as Blake knew, no woman ever attended on Friday nights. He wanted to sip enough beer to forget women in general.
As he parked in front of the warehouse-duplicate, he spotted a funny car that made him pause and stare. The car wasn't pink or lavender, the colors Blake felt belonged to the women half of the population alone. However, it was the prettiest shade of blue Blake ever saw. He mumbled something about gays just to reassure himself that no woman would intrude upon his place tonight. He was so sick of women, giving him intermingled feelings of fondness, claustrophobia, and irritation.
The second he stepped in the bar, however, he spotted her. She had pretty red hair that reached the bottom of her lungs, and she looked harmless enough with bouncing eyes and a body that just wouldn't sit still as she talked to some guy with the happiest look on her face. She reminded him of a girl he once knew who he wanted so badly to take into bed, only he'd respected the girl too much to say anything. He hadn't been Isabelle's type though, and from the way the redhead here was sitting next to the stocky man, he felt sure he wasn't what this girl wanted either.
She turned to him all of a sudden. He realized dully as the hard-on pressed against his pants that he was still standing in the doorway, but it didn't really feel like it mattered much when that girl stared at him, her eyes the deepest shade of blue. Not an inch of her chest was showing through her light blue shirt, but she might as well have been the way she was turning him on. The most embarrassing bit of it was that he'd just had sex a week ago. However, looking at her just made him think of Isabelle and all those years of tension, fucking other girls but really wanting her.
To his surprise, the girl stood up and strolled to him. Before he could think of anything to say, she grabbed his neck and lifted the crotch of her jeans and pressed it against his jeans as she gave him the sexiest kiss he ever experienced. Parting her lips, she moaned in his mouth and nibbled on his lip.
Then, the nerve of her, she pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Hi," she said, "I'm Amelia." He wanted to rip her top off right here and give her raw, animal sex until she was screaming and her pussy was sorer than if she rode a horse for five days straight. "And you are?"
"Blake." God, her mouth was perfect. Thick pink lips that really knew how to do their work.
"I came here tonight because I wanted to find a one-night stand." She tilted her head up at him. She was so small in comparison to him with a dancer's body. "Yeah, my friend told me about this place, how it usually only has men here on Fridays. Him," she adds nodding to the chubby man she'd been talking to. Smiling, she adds, "I just can tell you wouldn't approve of cheating and want to make sure you know you won't be. I'm single and just want a dick right now."
He didn't know what to say to her. Even Isabelle hadn't been so straightforward to him. Though he did feel relieved it wouldn't be a cheating one-night stand,
"Do you want me?" she asked seductively, running her fingers through her apple-red hair. As if she had to ask, seeing how she'd felt him throbbing against her.
"Yes," he answers hastily without thinking, staring at her lips. She laughed and slipped out of the pub, leading him after her. For a second, he wished she'd let him have a drink first, or at least a cigarette, but he wasn't about to complain.
She stopped him suddenly, pushing her dainty hand against his big chest. "Oh, um, I have a roommate. I hope you don't mind."