Mr. Gin and Tonic stood and picked up his briefcase from the floor. He reached for his vibrating phone on the bar top and glanced down at it. Obviously deciding it wasn’t important, he looked back at Tate as he pulled his wallet from his pants pocket. He took out some cash and slid it across the bar.
For some unknown reason, Tate felt that it was important to stand his ground, so he didn’t glance down at the money. Instead, he offered his fail-safe—the easygoing grin that usually let him get away with everything.
“You should get that number from her. You look a little stiff, like you need to unwind, if you know what I mean.”
With his own words flung back at him, Tate watched the man make a call on his phone before he turned and left the bar.
It wasn’t until Stacy came up and said his name that he realized he was still standing where he had been for the last several minutes, and his erection hadn’t fully relaxed.
Staring down at the bar, he saw a fifty on the surface, and he shook his head.
Damn, that’s one hell of a tip. I don’t care how strange that interaction was. If he’s a regular, I’m making him mine.
Chapter Two
Yep, second night in a row, and I’m back at the bar.
This time though, Logan came earlier. He glanced down at his watch, seeing that it was only five fifteen. He never left the office that early unless he had somewhere to be or someone to do. This was definitely not one of those times. Nevertheless, whatever he’d felt after that initial encounter compelled him to return to the bar tonight. It was lingering in his perverted head.
So, best not to let it linger. Better to go and take a second look.
Making his way through the busy after-work crowd, Logan made sure to keep his head down. He didn’t want distractions, and he didn’t want attention. He wanted to sit at the end of the bar and observe.
Tonight, Logan had only come armed with his cell and wallet. He had made sure to leave his briefcase at the office. He didn’t want to worry about what was between his legs. Well, between my ankles anyway.
He scanned behind the bar, but he didn’t see the man from the night before. Hmm, maybe he isn’t working tonight. He was sure though that he had heard the guy say Tuesday through Saturday. Yeah…hello stalker.
Taking a spot at the far end of the bar, Logan unfastened his black jacket and loosened his tie.
Stacy, one of the bartenders, came over with a smile. “Usual tonight? Or do you plan to shake things up?”
Logan was about to answer, but before a word could come out of his mouth, he heard that deep baritone from behind him.
“I’m guessing he wants a gin and tonic. Why stray from the usual?”
Turning his head, Logan saw the bartender from the previous night. He was walking over to the bar pass, dressed in the same black uniform. It shouldn’t have surprised Logan when he felt his pants tighten in response, especially when he lowered his gaze and noticed the guy was carrying a black leather jacket in one hand, and holding on to a red motorcycle helmet in the other. Logan’s cock twitched with interest.
The man’s hair looked as though he had just removed the headgear. His brown curls were all over the place. He moved through the pass and turned back to face Logan. When the guy flashed that same relaxed grin from yesterday, Logan’s erection went from interested to rock-fucking-hard.
Christ, it’s official. I have a hard-on for a straight guy. That’s just terrific.
“That’s your poison, right?”
“Right,” Logan agreed.
Stacy quickly gave Logan a wink.
I really need to get his name.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” she told her coworker, walking farther down the bar toward a newly seated customer.
As the guy opposite him turned, picked up a bar towel, and poked it into the waist of his pants, Logan took the opportunity to have a good, long look at the way the guy’s black fabric molded to his ass. Wishing he already had a drink to soothe the urges riding him, Logan made sure that his face was neutral when the bartender came back to him.
“Give me one minute. I have to put my gear in the back and punch in.”
As he sauntered down the bar, Logan noticed several customers’ eye him, and he had to wonder why the guy had gone out of his way to interrupt Stacy before he was even settled in.
Interested? No, you moron. It’s because of the tip from last night. He’s back for more.
Logan told his body to calm the hell down. This was nice scenery, but that was all it would ever be. The guy was obviously just doing his job, and here Logan was, fixating on him, like some fucking weirdo. Logan hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the man all damn night, not to mention while at work today.