George thought he'd seen it all in thirty years of tending bar. Then Red started coming into his place every Friday evening. She was certainly a creature of curious habit, but he didn't give her much thought until she came in after-hours one night, naked under her winter coat and hoping to catch him alone.Sarah had been playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. But she couldn't make herself walk away without taking a chance on the sexy bartender who'd been pouring the beer and sparing the judgment the past few months.
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March 22, 2012
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Excerpt from Saving the Best for Last by Jayne Kingston
He'd just finished washing the last of the night's glasses when the door he hadn't yet locked opened.
"You're late," he said, turning off the motor on the glass washer.
"I was hoping to catch you alone," Red answered, standing just inside the door.
The look on her face made him straighten and take notice. He'd seen it before, although never directed at him. It was the one that said, "Hold on to your hat, buddy, it's your lucky day."
He looked around at the empty bar, now quiet and dark except for the light coming from the under-counter fluorescents and the neon beer signs in the front windows.
"In that case your timing is perfect."
She was walking the length of the bar slowly, taking off her knit hat and mittens, leaving them like a trail of bread crumbs along the surface of the bar.
"Why haven't you ever hit on me, George?" she asked.
He shrugged casually but his pulse was already picking up the pace. He had a pretty good idea about what she was warming up for.
"You seem to be doing all right on your own," he said, drying his hands.
The truth was, he'd never really been sure what all the other guys saw in her. Sure she had all that long red hair, always worn in a thick Lara Croft braid down her back, and those huge blue eyes. But she was small--to the point that it looked as though one overzealous, heat-of-the-moment thrust would break her in half--and boyishly built.
As she rounded the end of the bar and started coming behind it, her long, heavy winter coat still buttoned and covering her to the knee, the appeal of her hit like a slap in the face. The girl didn't mess around, and when she'd set her sights on a guy, she made sure he got the message loud and clear. His cock, hearing the call as well, stirred in response.
"How do you know I haven't been coming in here, hoping you would buy me a drink one of these nights?" she asked, her fingers starting to work the buttons of her coat.
"Have you?" He set the towel aside and waited, torn between letting her do whatever it was she'd come to do and sending her on her way with a pat on the head. He knew more than anyone how many other men she'd left his bar with over the past months, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to be added to the roster.
At his question, her confidence faltered for a brief flicker of a moment.
"No." She stopped a few feet away, bold again. "But the more you didn't pay much attention to me, the more curious I got." Her fingers slid the last button out of its hole and stopped working. "You know what they say, don't you?"
"Who's they?" he asked, one hand still resting on the bar.
"They." She gestured in the air vaguely with her arms, then peeled off her coat and laid it casually over the bar as if she wasn't naked except for a pair of thigh-high boots underneath.