Unexpected Gift(31)

Chapter Fourteen





Molly





“Your last night as a free woman. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Kenna raises her salt-rimmed shot glass, holding a lime with her other hand.

I lift my own glass, preparing for the alcohol to numb my brain. “I’m still single, you know. I’m not married or anything.”

“Right.” She lowers her glass, clinking it against the counter. “How many shots will it take to make you believe that?”

Ugh, I can’t stand the burn of tequila, but whiskey makes me vomit, so tequila it is! I clink my glass against the counter too, lick the rim, and hold my breath as I shoot the alcohol down my throat. The lime makes me cringe from how sour it is, but it cuts the tequila perfectly, making the shot better. “It could take no shots. I believe that. I’m single, and ready to mingle. I just have a roommate and we are helping raise our niece.” Because that is exactly what Posie is to Caden.

Kenna signals the bartender, telling him we want another. Oh, I love this bar. He is shirtless, and his skin glistens like he put oil on it, making his muscles shine against the lights flashing in the club. He picks up the bottle, twirling it in his hand before filling our shot glasses again. “Leave the bottle,” Kenna says.

“It’s going to be that kind of night, huh?” Crap, the hottie bartender didn’t salt the rim. So, I improvise. I lick the top of my hand, wetting it with spit, and sprinkle the salt on top of it.

“Inventive. I like it.” She tosses another shot back. “And tonight, since you are a free woman and all apparently, we are going to find you a man better looking than Caden.” She scans the crowd.

Yeah, right. A man better looking than Caden? Good luck with that.

“What was that?” Kenna asks, pouring herself another shot.

Crap. I said that out loud. “I didn’t say anything. Other conversation.” I point to the person behind me, blaming the poor schmuck.

“Am I better looking than Caden?” the shirtless bartender asks, placing a very colorful drink down in front of me.

Kenna raises her brow but doesn’t say anything as she sucks on a lime without making a face. How can she do that?

Hottie bartender is on the same level of looks with Caden; I know that easily. He isn’t as tall or broad, a little leaner, and less bulky. He has a defined jawline, high cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and skin. His black hair stands up in spikes, and he looks at me like a desert he wants to devour.

And I have never been eaten before.

He has a Native American look about him, foreign, and it is sexy. He has a very confident air about him, and it draws me in. I make eye contact with him and drag the drink he places down in front of me. “What’s this?”

“Sex on the beach.” He practically purrs, leaning his hands against the bar, flexing his biceps, showing how cut they are.

My cheeks flush from the name of the drink. Sex on the beach sounds messy and painful. Wouldn’t the sand get all up in there? The thought makes me squirm, but this isn’t the beach, and my toes aren’t in the sand. “And who ordered this?” I take the straw between my lips and sip.

“Consider it on the house.” He bites his bottom lip and backs away. “I have to sling drinks, but I’ll catch up with you later.” He winks and turns around, leaving me in the dust of his sexy air.

“Oh, damn. Hottie bartender likes hottie Molly.”

I giggle around my straw. “Mmm, so this is what sex on the beach tastes like? It is less sandy than I imagined.” I smack my lips together, setting the drink down.

Kenna tosses her head back laughing, and her colorful hair beams against all the lights. She is wearing a black tank top, and instead of looking all badass, she looks sexy, and all the men are staring at her. She has all the attention in the world, and she doesn’t even know it.

But no men are coming up to her. She does have that aura about her that seems a little intimidating, but still, how men aren’t flocking to her is beyond me.

“Still, hottie bartender can’t dance with you. He is working. Our goal is to get your tight little body twirling around with a man that also has a tight body. But who…” she taps her fingers against the bar, checking out each man to see if they are up to par.

“No one. Really. I want to drink this and dance with you. It’s girl’s night, right?” My nerves start to get the best of me. I don’t know how to flirt with men. Oh god, I don’t even know how to dance. “No. I’m good. Right here.” I hold onto the bar, hoping no one makes me go on that dance floor. “Yep. Right here is good. I like it here. Let’s take another shot.”

“Oh, no. You are going to get out there and lose yourself a bit. You’re always so uptight. You need to relax. Have some fun before you are locked into a marriage that isn’t actually a marriage.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Yes, it does. You’ll realize it when you are in that house. Anyway, let’s get you that man.”

“I’ll get a man if you get a man,” I say with a smug grin before taking another sip of sex. She doesn’t take the bait. She doesn’t like talking to men.

She downs another shot of tequila and slams the empty glass on the bar. “You got it.”