Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(20)

Any other situation in the world, or any other girl? Done deal. She’d have been home two hours later after I fucked her eight different ways all over that truck.

Clearly not the case with Eva Ellis.

Not even fucking close.

Besides the fact that she’s clearly not the kind of girl who goes for the cocky, filthy-talking type like me, I’m actually curious what kind of guy she goes for.

If any.

There’s also the part where my dad would kill me. Not literally, but he and I have taken years to get back to good after my whole bullshit when I was younger. Screwing around with his friend’s daughter? Not high on the good graces list.

Then there’s Leonard Ellis. I don’t know Eva’s dad, but I do know that fanatical look in his eyes. I’ve never bought into religion much, not even with my dad being a minister. But he’s on the tamer, “religion is humanism” side of things. Leonard? Leonard’s a true believer. A bible-thumping, sulfur and brimstone and hell-fire kinda guy.

I’m not sure if he’d actually kill me or not.

In any case, it’s a moot point. Eva is not the kind of girl I go for, and I’m certainly not the kind of guy she gets with. So fantasy — a filthy, totally off-limits fantasy she remains.

“What’re you drinking?”

I’m cranking through orders, and I don’t even look up as I say it to whoever is next in the crowd.

“Hey stranger.”

I freeze.

Now there’s a voice I know — a voice, I might add, that is staggeringly appropriate to hear right now given my conversation five seconds ago with Jade concerning boyfriends of skanks I banged and punches to my head.

I slowly look up, and lock eyes with Fiona.

Red lips, raven hair, tits falling out of the way-too-tiny tank top she’s wearing, and that goddamned constant look of smugness on her face. It’s the look of a girl who is very used to getting her way with men.

It’s the look of a girl who is very used to getting her way with me, actually.

“What are you doing here, Fiona?”

“Heard there was this hot bartender workin’ here that would put out.”

“I think Jade’s a little busy right now.”

She smirks, her eyes burning into me with that hungry, predatory look she gets. “What time are you off?”

“I’m a little busy right now, Fi.”

“Well take a break. I thought you owned the place.”

“Hold that thought.” I shove a finger at her before looking past her at the actual customers crowding behind her. “Yeah?”

“Three vodka sodas, two Sam Adams, Coors Light.”

“You got it.”

I spin, grabbing a pint and spinning it in my palm as I whirl back for the beer taps.

“You’re busy.”

I turn back to Fiona. “I literally just said that.”

She rolls her eyes, batting a hand at me. I ignore her as I pass the drinks to the guy next to her, grabbing the cash off the bar and tossing it in the register.

I’m shaking up a double order of raspberry martinis for two of the co-eds from the frat-boy table before I have time to glance back at Fiona.

“C’mon, take a break.”

“Can’t.”

I pour out the drinks and slide them with a charming grin towards the two blushing sorority girls. When I look back up, Fiona’s glaring at me.

Shit I know the look.

Fiona and I had fun, once. Well, many times. I mean once as in once upon a time, but we sure as fuck weren’t a fairytale. In fairytales, the princess usually isn’t still living with her boyfriend, and she’s also not usually getting fucked over the hood of her boyfriend’s car in the garage by the bartender she’s been banging behind his back.

I don’t really see that flying very well with the Disney crowd.

A fairytale also wouldn’t usually involve Fiona melting into batshit insane fits of jealous rage at the slightest provocation. Like, for instance, when some girl I’ve never met before smiled at me in a bar, provoking Fiona to stalk after her and smash a fucking martini glass over the poor girl’s head.

The irony that she was the one with a boyfriend she was casually cheating on with me was apparently way lost on her.

“Easy, Fi.”

She whips her head back from staring lasers at the two girls walking away. “What?”

“Deep breaths?”

She rolls her eyes. “That happened once, Row. And I was wicked drunk.”

“Just trying to keep my customers out of the E.R.”

She grins at me, and I suddenly wish I wasn’t done with that bar rush I just had.

“So, you free tonight?”

“You still seeing Jeff?”

She chews on her lip.

“Fiona-”

She holds out her hand, and my brows shoot up at the giant rock on her hand