Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(38)
“You’re growing on me too, Diem,” I admit. She starts to turn cold, ready to crash the feelings I think might be developing for me. In an effort to not ruin the night, I lighten the conversation and bring it back to something that’s more our pace. “I mean, it’s kinda like a fungus that’s itchy and festering, but it’s there.”
“You’re disgusting.” She narrows her eyes and I smile. The banter is normal for us. This we both can handle. “Let’s play a game.” She grows excited just at the mention of a challenge, and now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.
“Fine.” I might as well give in. She already thinks I’m a *. And to drive the final nail in my coffin, I take a sip of my wine.
“Let’s see who can pick up the hottest date.”
“Fuck no,” I snap, already getting pissed at just the thought of her picking up some other guy.
“Oh, come on,” she whines. “It’ll be fun!”
“Somehow, I don’t believe that to be true,” I mumble, downing my wine and trading it in for a shot of whiskey.
She holds her fingers up to the bartender, adding another five shots to my order. “All you have to do is get a phone number. The first person to do that wins.”
“Excuse me,” I say to the bartender. “Can I borrow your phone?”
“That doesn’t count,” she says, waving off the bartender, who looks at us both like we’re crazy. Hell, she is and she’s driving me that way too.
“So what do we win?” Might as well find out the consolation prize. It might actually be worth playing this stupid game.
“What do you want?”
“I get to pick?” Can’t believe that shit.
“No.” I knew I couldn’t believe it. “I’m just asking.”
I shake my head at her. Does she ever listen to herself? “You already owe me one thing, if I remember correctly.” At the reminder, her cheeks heat. “I can’t think of anything else I really want.”
“What about a time? I never said when.” Shit. She had me there.
“Okay.” I smirk, a little more interested now that I have a goal to work toward. “If I get the number first, then you let me go where no other man has gone before.” I throw her exact words back at her before adding, “Tonight.”
She shrugs. “Done.” That was too easy. I wait for the double-edged sword to strike. When she gives me that evil smile, I know I’m fixing to get it. “And if I win, you get nothing.”
Handing her a shot, I grab one for myself, then clink my glass to hers. “Game on, pretty girl.”
*
I waste no time getting to work. I’m sure I’ll be back at the bar before my steak comes. Although I doubt I’ll be able to eat it with her precious little ass in mind. I scan the other side of the bar, making sure to find someone that can’t see Diem and me from where we sit. My eyes land on a very attractive girl who looks to be in her early twenties. She’s holding her cell phone in her lap texting. The glass of wine in front of her looks untouched.
She’s dressed up like she’s expecting a date, but no one showed. Poor thing. Tonight, I’m going to become her tattooed hero. And if Diem’s into it, maybe even a little three-way action. But I don’t get my hopes up.
Grabbing the busboy I’d wanted to kill moments ago by the shirt, I pull him out of sight. He looks at me like he might shit his pants, so I offer him a kind smile while I smooth his shirt back down. “Hey kid, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
“O-okay,” he stutters. I must be on my man period, because I suddenly feel sorry for him. He’ll never get laid with a face like that. I hope he has a good personality. Or at least some good acting skills.
“I need a favor.” I pull two hundred-dollar bills from my pocket, fanning them in his face. His eyes grow wide at the sight. It probably takes him all week to earn that much. “You see that girl over there sitting alone?” I ask, and he peeks around my shoulder before nodding. “I need you to spill her glass of wine on her. And be a dick about it. Can you do that?”
“Why?” he asks, confused, looking back at the woman. Rolling my eyes, I pull him back to look at me.
“So I can step in and save her. You follow me?”
“Yeah, but why? You have the hottest chick in here.” Observant little shit, isn’t he.
“It’s complicated,” I say in an attempt to explain. He just raises an eyebrow at me. “You want the money or not?”
He nods. “Hell yeah I want the money.”
I smile. “Good. Now earn it.” This kid might not be handsome, but his acting skills are spot-on. Bumping the table, he spills the girl’s wine into her lap. She gasps in shock as he smirks at her, and says something that has her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Before management can intervene, I step in to save the damsel in distress.
“Watch it, kid,” I snap, warning him off with a look.
Putting his hands up in surrender, he backs away. “All right, man. My bad.”
“You okay, babe?” I ask the girl who is looking up at me with wide, hopeful eyes. Yes, honey. I’m real.
“I’m fine,” she says, all breathy.
Giving her a smirk, I turn those bedroom eyes on her. “Yes, ma’am, you are.” The southern accent—it gets ’em every time. “Can I buy you a drink?” I ask, my eyes moving to her lips. They’re pretty damn nice.