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"Hit me." I slapped my shotglass on the bar and watched the bartender fill it with Tequila. She was cute. She had bright red hair in two braids down her back and freckles over her nose. Nice body, too. Fit, and slim in a pair of faded jeans and a white T-shirt with bright red letters that said TEASE.
I groaned when I glanced at it again and downed the shot. Before I could ask for another hit of liquid death, the shotglass was pulled away and a mug full of coffee took its place.
"Drink." The bartender stared me down until I took a sip. "A man like you, a very good-looking man, wanders into my bar at eight on a Tuesday night and starts to order Tequila. It's peaked my curiosity."
I looked at her in disbelief. "You want to know why I'm here?" She nodded. "Do you ask all your customers whey they're here?" "Just the ones who look stricken everytime they read my shirt. Who accused you of being a tease?"
"My roommate." The last stretch of my brain that wasn't fogged with alcohol was wondering if talking to an anonymous bartender was a good idea. The rest of my brain had shut down.
"Female or male?" "Male. Alpha mail. Ex-Army. He's a detective." I saw Jim's face in my mind and felt like wincing as I remembered how he'd talked to me that night.
"Your male roommate called you a tease?"
"I believe his exact words were 'You're a cocktease, Chief, a mother-fuckin' cocktease." The bartender arched an eyebrow and topped off my coffee. "Is that bad?"
I took another drink of coffee. "I don't know, but I don't want to think about it. It requires a little to much introspection at this time."
She looked me over sympathetically. "Drink you coffee. I'll be back."
I watched her heard down the bar and turned carefully on my barstool. The Tequila was starting to take effect. The place was crowded but not stuffy, and I had a few minutes of people-watching before I got the feeling I was being watched. I glanced around the room again, and I found the watcher by the door.
Jim. Jim stood at the door and watched me watch him. I kept my eyes locked to his and silently dared him to make the first move.
He moved toward me, stepping around tables and sliding between people until he was in front of my stool. One had ended up on the nape of my neck, and I didn't get a chance to catalogue the other because he was kissing me. Kissing me. Jim was kissing me.
When he broke off I fought to breather normally again. I almost missed what he was saying.
"If you're going to be a cocktease, Blair, you better plan to be mine."
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