“Oh, I’ll take a blow job,” I say, straight-faced. An unspoken conversation flows between us, and I think he realizes I’m not amused by his flirting with Everleigh. With a head nod, he turns on his heels and makes our drinks.
Everleigh snickers. “Why didn’t you just say so? Could’ve helped you with that myself.”
I stare at her, unamused by her giving this asshole her attention. Though I’ve learned quickly that Everleigh is a little flirt.
“Loosen up,” she says, pinching my side and forcing me to squirm. “I want you to have fun with me.”
“I always do,” I admit.
A beautiful smile sweeps across her plump lips.
The bartender arrives with our drinks, and I pay.
Everleigh looks at the whipped cream on my shot. “I kinda want a blow job now too. That looks good.”
“It’s all yours,” I offer,
