Alexandra
How did I end up here? Not Florida, I mean my life. Six months ago I was at the top of my game as my county’s Public Defender. Unfortunately for my client’s next victim, I did my job a little too well.
I was basically forced out of my hometown in New York so I made the decision to move to Florida where my sister, Nicole lives. I wasn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow but I drove straight through wanting to leave my former life behind.
Nicole doesn’t know I’m here yet. Needing to get my bearings, I’m staying at a hotel for the night. Lucky for me there’s a bar across the street. Throwing a baseball hat on, I head over. It’s a biker bar. No one will judge me in there.
Opening the door, I’m greeted by some southern rock and the smell of whiskey. It’s just what I need tonight. Making my way to the bar, I sit at the only stool open. This isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve been around bikers both in my personal and professional life.
The bartender is talking to some guy at the other end of the bar so I settle in for a wait. But I don’t have to wait too long because the guy next to me calls him. “Hey Viper, can you get this lady a drink?”
“Thanks,” I say to my barstool neighbor.
“No problem darlin’,” he says without looking at me.
The bartender makes his way over and I order a boilermaker. While I wait for my drink I start to feel guilty about not telling Nic I’m in town. I take my phone out of my pocket to call her just as my drink arrives. Telling myself I still need some time, I put it away.
Lowering the shot of whiskey into my beer, I wait a few seconds before chugging it. I slam the glass on the bar louder than I mean too. I look out the corner of my eye to see if the guy next to me noticed but he acts like I don’t exist. Thank God.
I swirl the empty glass on the bar blowing out a sigh. Rubbing the back of my neck with one hand, I signal for another drink with the other.
“You seem to be doing some hard thinking darlin’. Wanna talk about it?” Mister Tattooed Beefcake asks.
“Nope.”
Beefcake laughs. “OK, but if you change your mind, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”
Neither of us looks at each other. We both just stare ahead. Still I can sense the alpha pheromones he’s emitting.
“Unless you can erase the last year of my life, there’s no sense talking about it,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. Shit.
“Sweetheart, if I could erase time, I’d erase the last four years.”
We both lay eyes on each other at the same time. I knew he was damn sexy but when his eyes meet mine, well let’s just say this night could get interesting.
* * *
Colton
I don’t know who this angel is sitting next to me but damn if she doesn’t have something on her mind. She is sexy as fuck and perhaps just the distraction I need tonight.
“You aren’t from around here are you, Goldie?” I ask and it sounds like a lame pick up line.
That gets her attention. Good.
“Goldie?” She says with a laugh.
“Yeah, your hair is the color of gold. I like it. Unless you prefer me to use your real name?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Nope. Goldie works for me Beefcake.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Beefcake huh?”
“Well since we are going by appearances and no names, you’re Beefcake.”
“OK Goldie, nice to meet you.” I extend my hand to her and she takes it. The minute her small hand is in mine, my dick stirs.
“You really weren’t trying to pick me up with the line about being new here were you?”
“That depends darlin’. Did it work?”
“Not yet,” I say.
“Hmm, I guess I better work on my delivery then.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes but it doesn’t take away from the sexual tension that I’m feeling. “You know how to play pool Goldie?”
Goldie turns to face me and smirks. “Yeah, I know how to play with the stick and balls.”
Fuck me.
“Wow, that was quite a pick-up line. Maybe you could give me some lessons sweetheart.”
Goldie finishes her boilermaker. “Alright Beefcake, let’s see whatcha got.”