Play Maker(8)

I preferred my women in as little clothes as possible, but even I couldn’t deny that she somehow made a standard black shirt and vest look positively sinful. It helped that her cleavage was on full display, two mounds of soft creamy skin that I was more than eager to explore. And I wouldn’t stop there. Oh no, a woman like this took time. Hours, in fact. I was confident I could devote at least two of those hours to just her bottom lip, full and supple. And the way she was looking at me, her tongue sweeping across that same bottom lip, I could tell that she was more than up for such an exploration.

When I reached the bar, she placed her hands on the polished wood and leaned forward, giving me the best view in the house. Goddamn those tits were amazing.

“What can I get you?” she asked, her voice husky and full of promise. Was she chewing gum? She was and it was kind of adorable. But before I could say anything she flashed me a wicked grin. “No, wait, I know exactly what you want.”

Then she turned away, giving me a back view that was just as spectacular as the front. I had to bite back a groan. I took a seat at the bar. Clearly the best seat in the house.

She turned back, brandishing a bottle of amber liquid, which she poured into a glass and slid towards me.

“Best in the house,” she told me.

Reaching for the drink, my hand brushed against hers. A jolt of electricity rocketed through me. From the catch in her breath, I could tell she felt it too.

Trying to maintain my cool, I took a sip of my drink. Damn, that was a good whiskey. And exactly the way I liked it, neat.

She leaned forward again, resting on her elbows, watching me drink. I knew she was goading me, trying to get me to look down her shirt again, but I was a gentleman and didn’t take the bait. At least, I was a gentleman for ten full seconds and then I looked exactly where the lady wanted me to look.

After looking my fill, I glanced back up, to find her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. She blew an impressive bubble with her gum. Peppermint, I guessed. I lifted my glass and took another sip. “Cheers.”

She smiled.

What a smile. Something in my chest twisted. “I’d ask what a girl like you was doing in a place like this, but I have a feeling you deserve a better line than that.”

“Oh I do,” she readily agreed, her tone playful. “A much better line, in fact.”

“It would have to be one that pays tribute to your beauty, spirit and obvious talent.”

“My obvious talent?” She was leaning forward again, clearly thinking I was talking about the twin talents peering out from her gaping shirt. I couldn’t help but appreciate her dirty mind.

But I pointed at my glass. “Your talent for finding the perfect drink. How did you know?”

She lifted one slender shoulder. “I have a knack for it,” she told me, her voice almost like a purr. “It’s easy to tell what someone wants if you know what to look for.”

“Oh?” I sipped again, enjoying the way the whiskey warmed my throat. “And what do I want?”

“Well, most of your teammates seem to like to play James Bond,” she teased. “I’ve been making martinis all night. But you—,” she leaned closer, her red lips near my ear, as if to share a secret. “You want something different. Something pure. Intense. Immediate.”

For f*cks sake. My cock stirred. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. I was about ready to sweep the bar clean and take her right there in front of everyone.

Instead I nudged the glass back towards her and waited for her to pour another round. “One for you too,” I said, my voice calm even though my entire body seemed to be on fire. And it wasn’t because of the whiskey.

She hesitated, but only for a moment and then poured herself a glass.

I raised mine. “To knowing what you want.”

“I’ll drink to that,” she said, and downed her glass in one go.



A younger me would have stayed at the bar all night, ogling her and sipping whiskey. But an older and wiser me knew that even though the attraction between us was intense and unmistakable, she was working and whatever was going to happen between us would have to wait. I didn’t mind though. A little anticipation never hurt anyone.

And I wasn’t lacking in female attention that night. The bar was full of young, gorgeous women, though each and every one of them paled in comparison to the goddess behind the bar. A petite brunette in a white dress in particular was very interested in attracting my attention and I found myself with a bit of a shadow as the evening wore on. Still, I took every excuse I could find to refresh her drink or mine at the bar, even if it meant she followed me there.

“So I have to know.” The brunette trailed behind me as I took our empty drinks to the other side of the room. There were two bright pink spots on her cheeks.

“Two waters,” I told my favorite bartender, cutting my shadow off.

“I want wine,” white dress pouted.

“You’ve had enough,” I told her.

“I’m fine!” my shadow chirped and then hiccupped.

“Water,” I said again and the gorgeous blonde smiled and complied.

“Two waters,” she pushed them towards me.

I noticed her hand lingered on the glasses, and I made sure to brush my fingers across hers as I reached for them. That same rush of electricity crackled through my veins. Goddamn, I couldn’t wait for this party to be over.