Dark Secrets(14)

It was right about then that she felt just how close he was behind her. His hips were touching her behind and his thighs were against hers, his chest by her shoulders. And the hand that wasn't holding the corkscrew was at her hip.

"Faith, come bullshit with me. I've had enough of boys tonight," Corey called as if sensing Faith's inner dilemma. Bless her. 

"Quit your clutching at me, would you?" Faith snapped, shoving his hand off her hip and ripping her other hand from his grasp.

Corey picked up her drink as Faith approached and moved to the far end of the bar. "Alright, spill."

"Spill?"

"Tall drink of whiskey over there," she clarified. "And if you try to tell me there is nothing to spill, I am going to make up a story about you having a toe sucking fetish and tell all the guys about it. You'll never live it down. They'll be telling jokes about it at your funeral."

Faith smiled, a rare genuinely amused smile she reserved for people who deserved them. "It pisses me off that he is hot and capable," she admitted.

"Because he's your dream guy come to life and you want to have him bend you over the bar and take you from behind with your hair wrapped around his fist. Or maybe," she said, tapping a bright red fingernail against her lower lip in thought, "maybe sneak away to that panic room Vin has back there, lock yourselves in, and fuck until you can't stand anymore. And you can be as loud as you want because those walls are not only bullet, but soundproof. Oh, yeah..."

"Um, Cor, would you like to take him into the panic room? I'll unlock it for you."

Corey smiled, shaking her head. "Not my type."

"How is he not your type? He's everyone's type," Faith said, shaking her head, turning slightly to find Danny talking to Xander and Gabe easily, all of them doing so like old friends. And then, she'd be damned, he even made K chuckle. "Traitor," she mumbled under her breath. She was utterly alone in her determination to dislike him.

"I like them with lighter hair," she said and if Faith wasn't mistaken, she was looking at Gabe when she said it.

Gabe was not Faith's type.

He was attractive, but in a more pretty boy way. Not that he was some simpering pussy. He was a skip chaser and one of the best in the state. He and Xander had grown up in a shitty area, all but living on the streets and fighting for respect both literally and figuratively. They both still kept their offices in that shitty part of town either being nostalgic about it there or because they felt like they owed it to the neighborhood to keep an eye on things or something like that. But being a badass didn't take away the fact that he had a perfect face, so perfect that to her, it almost made him unattractive, with lighter hair that he kept neat, and a lithe, but strong body.

He was also a bit teasing and playboyish as a whole where she preferred darker personalities.

"I know it's never good to fuck where you earn your paycheck, but you'll never be working with him anyway so what's the problem?"

Faith exhaled hard, knowing it was no use to even talk about it.

It was hard to logically explain something as illogical as a 'gut feeling'.

That was what it was with Danny- a gut feeling. Though, she couldn't place the feeling either. Usually it was easy. The whirling, wobbly feeling meant something was off. The sinking feeling meant there was danger. A fluttering or tightening meant attraction.

But somehow, with him, it was a weird combination of all of them at once that almost made her queasy.

It made her feel off her game. And she hated that.

"Uh oh, here comes our kick out," Corey said, nodding her head to where Vin was walking through the kitchen into the restaurant, looking surprised to see people still at the bar. It was a good ten minutes after closing.

Vin walked over to the guys and greeted them, he and Xander having a closer connection ever since Vin took care of a situation for Xander's woman, Ellie. K also had a begrudging respect for him. Gabe was the only one who didn't care for the man, mostly because Gabe had a respectable business that meant he needed to, as often as was possible, operate according to the law if he wanted to keep his license and associating with the likes of a mob boss would not be looked upon kindly.



       
         
       
        

"Alright, I am heading out before he comes over here," Corey said, standing while throwing back the rest of her drink. She pulled money out of her purse. "I mean, you know I like Vin and all, but he always has something to bitch to me about the people at my club. Catch you later. Oh," she said, turning back, "and let Mama give you a little advice. Take a ride , Faith. You've been off the saddle for a long time."