Louise should have known better than trusting Ethan not to keep his dick in his pants. He always had a roving eye, but she did not realise until today his gaze was not the only thing roaming. Well he can go on back to his tramp! Louise had gathered what belongings he had at her place into a garbage bag and chucked it over the balcony at him.
“Go to hell and don’t come back!'”
She was not interested in his weak appeals. She was bored of him anyway. The spark had gone from their relationship, and clearly he thought so too. But this was not how he should have dealt with it. The rage was still bubbling in her, but she banked it down as she had to get ready for work. A night off was not an option, and to be honest she could use the distraction of the busy bar.
Once scrubbed, she stepped out of the shower and towelled herself down. Her damp auburn hair tousled down over her shoulders, the tips skimming over her bare DD breasts. Her pale skin had a peach sheen to it, her eyes, normally a soft emerald green, had a blue spark to them that came up when her emotions were high. She had a nice slim waist, and strong hips giving her a gorgeous hourglass figure.
Once towelled off, Louise dried and straightened her hair, then walked naked back into her bedroom. She slipped on a purple set, her panties sliding over her perky arse, and her bra only just holding in her breasts. Next, she pulled her sheer tan tights up her shapely legs. Her calves were well defined from her regular morning runs. She was quite proud of them.
She donned her red work blouse and buttoned it up, then pulled up her black A-line skirt. She applied her makeup, her brush strokes composed while her emotions boiled. Copper rose shade for the eyes, blood red for the lips. A spot of sensual perfume dabbed behind her ears and on each wrist. Finally, she slipped on her heels, picked up her handbag and headed to the door.
She stopped, the fire inside her burning up again. She was a rather mercurial woman and leaving like this would cause her to lash out at someone. She walked back to her bed, grabbed a pillow and started punching it viciously, getting some of the pent-up energy out. Finally, she took a deep breath, smoothed down her hair, and walked away.
A few minutes before eight, she pulled up at the bar, and walked in. The place looked pretty full already, for which she was glad. A busy night meant she would not have time to dwell on that cheating arsehole. She entered, nodded at the two bouncers and walked behind the bar. She was one of three waitresses on tonight, working until close.
As expected, they were all run off their feet for the next few hours. The crowd started to die down around midnight, which gave Louise a chance to breathe. She poured herself a coke and sipped on the cold sparkling liquid, enjoying the freshness. She looked at herself in the wall mirror behind the bar. Her makeup was still in place, but she smoothed her hair down slightly, getting the wispy bits under control. She could see the warm flush on her cheeks from her constant running around. She could also see the reined-in anger. Easy, Louise, you’re still at work.
While she was checking herself over, she realised she was not the only one looking. In the reflection, she locked eyes with a young man who had just seated himself at the bar. His tanned face and black hair suited the muted light in the taproom. His eyes looked dark. Louise could only assume they were brown. He wore a rock band T-shirt, and a denim jacket over the top. A cliché look, but somehow it suited him. His eyes were checking her over too.
Louise felt like the flush on her face was no longer from the work or anger. That was a nice specimen of a man right there.
She turned to face him with smile.
“Hi there, what can I get you?”
“Bourbon, please.” His voice was deep and husky.
“No mixer?”
He shook his head. The black hair dropped down over his forehead, through which he dragged his fingers to put back in place. She poured his drink and slid a coaster toward him before placing the glass down.
“Enjoy.”
He nodded and smiled at her as he handed his card over to pay. She took a look at the name. Chris Nash. She rung it through and handed it back, while he brought the drink to his lips. He had a nice mouth, she noticed. A bottom lip perfect for nibbling on.
She thought of Ethan. Arsehole! He didn’t have such good looks as this guy, and his prowess lately had definitely left her wanting. Now she knew why. How long had the cheating been going on?
“Has that cloth done something to piss you off?”
Louise jumped back to the present and looked at the young man.
“Sorry?”
“The cloth you are holding, it looks like you are wringing its neck if it had one.”
She looked down, and realised he was right. The cloth she had picked up to wipe down the bar top was twisted tightly between her fingers. She smiled humourlessly.
“Wishing it was my ex.”
“I guess it didn’t end well then.”
“You have no idea!” she said venomously.
“I’d say you look sexy when you’re angry, but I’m worried you would jump over the bar and tear my eyes out.”
Louise could not help but laugh. She felt some of the tension leave her body, and her shoulders relaxed.
“Yeah, that would not win you any brownie points.”
He grinned at her. Yep, definitely a nice mouth and he had dimples. Louise walked away to serve another few drinks, check up on one of the waitresses and clear up glasses and bottles on empty tables. By the time she had returned to the bar, Chris had finished his drink.
“Can I get another?” he asked.
“Sure.” She took away the used glass and poured a fresh bourbon. As she placed it down, Chris’s fingers closed around hers before she had let go. She looked up at his smiling face.
“You don’t want to go there, buddy,” Louise warned, pulling her hand away.
“My name is Chris. And why would I not want to ‘go there’?”
“That ex I was talking about? I just chucked him out this morning. Men are high on my hit list right now.”
Chris took a sip while looking at her thoughtfully.
“You don’t look that crushed about it, so I’m guessing he fucked up.”
“Oh yeah!” Her hands gripped the side of the bar, her jaw clenched. “He chose to have a bit on the side. I don’t share.”
“Ah, good reason why you look like you need a session of anger management.”
“Anger management! I think I am allowed to be pissed off when being cheated on.”
“Yeah, and it seems you want to take it out on every guy in the place. You may not be aware but you have been staring daggers at each man you have served since I have been here.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“Well yeah,” Chris looked down her hourglass figure and back up with a cheeky grin. “You’re very much worth looking at.”
“Fuck you.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Louise glared at him.
“You could not handle me.”
Chris leant forward. She was right, he had gorgeous brown eyes. And those dimples.
“Try me,” he taunted her.
She looked him up and down. A quick angry fuck. An option to let off some steam. Hell, there are worse ways to release the pent-up rage in her. And she would not mind finding out if the body matched that yummy face.
“We close in fifteen minutes. I’ll be out ten minutes later. We’ll see if you are still around when I leave.”
He grinned again, downed his drink and sauntered out. Wise arse.
Louise and her colleagues finished up their night and closed the bar down. She was the last one out, and she waved to the bouncers who were driving off as she walked to her car. No one else was about. She knew that guy would not have hung around. All talk.
She got to her car and opened the door. It suddenly slammed shut, making her jump. A hand held it closed and she could see the denim sleeve of his jacket. This close, she could smell citrus and leather, feel the heat from the closeness of his body.
“Thought you were getting away?” he breathed into her ear, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.
“I thought you had chickened out,” she replied.
He chuckled, spun her around and pinned her against her car.
“That was not going to happen,” he said, grabbing a bunch of her hair in his hand. He paused a moment, giving her a chance to protest, then crushed his mouth to hers.
The taste of bourbon was still on his lips. Louise grabbed the denim collar, as if to stop him from pulling away. Her mouth opened, and their tongues touched. A wave of heat coursed through her. Chris broke off the kiss for a moment but did not let go of her hair.
“Quick question. What’s your name?”
“Louise,” she responded, then locked her lips to his again.
She could feel he was smiling, so she bit his lower lip. A grunt came from him as he pulled back and looked at her fiercely. She returned the glare with a challenge in her eyes. His hand tightened in her hair and pulled her head back. His mouth sucked, nibbled and bit her neck and jaw while his free hand swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Louise felt the cool night air on her skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat inside her. He then yanked her blouse off her shoulders, effectively trapping her arms to her sides. She gasped as a thought came into her addled mind.
“Chris, we’re outside!”
“I know,” he said, stopping his assault on her skin. “Chickening out?”
“What if someone comes?”
“Oh, I hope so!” he whispered cheekily. He let go of her hair and slid both hands down her sides, her hips and started hiking up her skirt.
Louise looked around the dark parking lot for a moment.
Fuck it!
She wriggled against him until her arms were free, and went for his belt. Her hands shook a little as she unbuckled it, then pulled his body hard against hers. She could feel his hard cock against her now. With a thrill, she felt it pulse and heard his breath hitch as she slid her hand between his jeans and boxers. The heat in her body was turning to fire. Her sex was throbbing almost painfully.
Chris had hiked the skirt up to her waist, then swore as his journey was hindered by her tights. It was Louise’s turn to laugh.
“Something in the way?”
“Not for long,” he almost growled the words.