The moment she walked into the bar he knew. The atmosphere was somehow electrically charged. That, plus the fact that every guy in the bar was staring at the door. Some were even cat-calling and whistling. Chandra walked right past him and sidled up to the bar. He noticed she didn’t take the bar stool that was quickly vacated by the older gentlemen who had been nursing the same beer since Seamus arrived.
Chandra politely thanked him, but declined his seat. She even had the nerve to order up a Slow Comfortable Screw as loudly as possible. Or maybe it was just that every one of Seamus’ senses were heightened since she’d come into his life. He took in every inch of her extremely tight blue jeans. The damn things could have been painted on for all they hid. Her red shirt had a plunging neckline that did little to hide the red lace bra straining to hold in her generous breasts. It seemed to showcase them for all the guys to peruse and Seamus was definitely perusing.
He could get lost in those breasts. Hell, it would take a week straight with no breaks for food or water just to lave them with his tongue like they deserved.
When the jukebox started playing a fast song he was sure he could relax. Everyone loved dancing the Cotton-Eyed Joe to this song so the males would be preoccupied.
Then she did it.
Chandra grabbed the man who offered her his stool and pulled him out on the dance floor. Seamus was pretty sure that no city slicker like Chandra would know how to do the real Cotton-Eyed Joe. They always had to citify up the country dances in the big city.
Of course, it wouldn’t matter if she stood in the middle of the dance floor looking like a statue, she would still hold the attention of every male in the room. But the bouncing around and kicking that she was doing only served to heighten his awareness of her.
Seamus guzzled down another two beers making that three more than he’d come in for. After being in that truck, then eating dinner with her crammed in that tiny booth he needed a drink to calm him before he went to bed.
The sleazoid on the dance floor had the nerve to act like he tripped and grabbed Chandra’s ass for leverage. Seamus was about to cross the room and wipe the floor with his mangy ass when he saw Chandra laugh it off. She even used her shoulder to help him to stand up straight.
A slow song replaced the fast paced beat and Chandra was quickly jumbled from one groper to another. They all got a feel, but she played it off with a laugh then moved their hands back to safe territory. When an hour and a half had flown by and a few more beers entered Seamus’ system he was done allowing her to handle the men who were growing bolder with every beer.
Crossing the dance floor he swung her out of the latest cowboy’s arms without so much as a “may I cut in”. The cowboy was angry, but Seamus didn’t care about politeness. It was his turn to grope. She obviously didn’t mind being man-handled.
“Do you believe these guys? They think they can just touch me wherever they please.”
Her lips so close to his ear sent chills up and down his spine. “Can’t they?” Seamus tried to make his disgust known through his slurred words.
“Hell no! But if I fight them off then it might start a bar fight or something. I don’t want to be in the middle of that. Alcohol and men don’t mix.” She looked him over then placed his hand lower on her back. “Do you think we could get out of here? I don’t want any of them to see me leave alone.”
Well hell. That was the about the lamest proposition he’d ever been given, but he’d take it. Nodding his consent, he grabbed her ass with both hands bringing her up hard against him. His lips came slamming down against hers causing a quick intake of breath.
Pulling back he roared, “Sure thing honey bunch, you can come back to my hotel room with me!”