Jagger-esque grin. Leaning close to my ear, he shouted, “Hey.” His warm breath smelled of whiskey—where it touched me, it curled the ends of my hair and flushed my cheek. With that grin stretched tight across his face, he asked, “Buy me a drink?”
Like he needed another.
hia eyes glistened in the lights above the bar. “I’m flat broke,” he was saying. His hand dropped to my arm, then to my leg as he eased into the seat beside mine. His fingers brushed along the inside of my thigh and I moved away before he could cop a quick feel. “Between jobs and just spent my last few bucks so what do you say?
share in the joke. I wondered how rude it would be to simply turn my back on this guy, but his wide smile kept me riveted. I’ve always been one for a pretty mouth. “Listen,” I told him, “I’m so
