“Okay, let’s go,” Andi sang as she wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
I stared at her. She was wearing blue jeans with a red halter-neck top that fell low between her breasts, finished off with her trademark boots. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back. She wore little to no makeup, but with pale unblemished skin like hers, she really didn’t need it.
“What? Should I put on a skirt?” She looked down at her clothing with a worried frown.
I shook my head and stood. “I think you just set the record for fastest dressed female in New York.” Andi scoffed and led the way out of the apartment. She set the alarm, just as I had shown her, and locked the front door.
We walked the three blocks to the closest bar. It was a trendy new place that had a Cheers-like quality about it. The bar itself was a long, high, varnished wooden top, lined with bar stools on either side. Booths sat around the outer edges of the bar with a dance floor at one end. It was early, only eight o’clock, so the place was almost empty. We set ourselves up at one end of bar, and I ordered us both beers.
“And a bottle of tequila with two shot glasses,” Andi added beside me.
The bartender gave her a wink while I gave her a wicked grin.
“You gonna try and get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”
Andi gave me an equally wicked grin. “Do I really need to get you drunk for me to take advantage of you?” I shook my head. I watched Andi pour our first shots. “Tequila, lowering people’s inhibitions for years,” she murmured.
“Here’s to not falling down tonight,” I said, clinking my shot glass against Andi’s.
“Hold up there, city boy.” She put her hand over my drink to stop me from throwing down the shot. “Where I come from, shots must be accompanied with a game.” I arched a brow at the suggestion of a drinking game. “We are going to play bullshit.” I simply stared at her and blinked, waiting for a further explanation. Andi smiled. “We are going to take turns, I’ll go first. I tell you something, you call bullshit or no bullshit. If you call it right, I drink. If you’re wrong, you drink.” I nodded my understanding. “Okay, I have a tattoo on my ass of Tinkerbell holding a bottle of Tequila.” There was no way Andi was sporting ink.
“Bullshit,” I said easily.
With a devilish twinkle in her eye, Andi’s hands dropped to the buttons on her jeans. In a slow seductive tease, she slid each button free, my eyes riveted on her hands. Once the buttons were undone and a teasing glimpse of red panties came into view, Andi turned and pushed the back of her jeans down. There, on the soft, milky white expanse of her beautiful ass, was a tattoo of Tinkerbell. The fairy was sitting in her traditional green dress, her nimble wings drawn delicately at her back, a cheeky wink on her defiant face, and in her hand was a bottle of fucking tequila. No sooner had I spied the stunning yet sassy tattoo and Andi’s jeans were back in place.
“Drink up, city boy.”
I raised the shot glass to my lips and threw it down, wincing as the burn followed my throat into my chest. “Fuck, Andi, I hope you realize I’m going to have that image of your gorgeous ass in my head all night now.” She laughed as she climbed onto the stool beside me.
“Your turn.”
“Right. I hate swimming in the ocean because I’m scared shitless of dolphins.” I watched Andi’s lips purse in thought before she nodded.
“I’m not sure why you would be scared of dolphins, they’re beautiful, but I’m going to go out on a limb here and call no bullshit.”
I nodded as I refilled my shot glass. “No bullshit. Dolphins rape caves, Google it. I guarantee you will have nightmares about those slippery fuckers for weeks.”
Andi looked surprised for all but a moment before she gleefully rubbed her hands together. “In college, I went to a Halloween party dressed as a cowgirl. I wore a tasseled bra top, cowboy hat, my boots, and chaps over a pair of panties with Ride Me Cowboy across the butt.”
Unable to speak beyond the lust filled thoughts of Andi dressed in chaps over panties only, I stared. “Bullshit,” I said finally. No way would shy, little Andi Jennings step out in something so risqué.
“Drink up,” she said with a grin.
“I really cannot wait for Halloween this year,” I groaned, taking my shot. Andi smirked as she took a drink from her beer. “Alright, Country,” I looked right into her gorgeous green eyes as I leaned in a little closer, noting that fresh smell of cinnamon that seemed to cling to her skin, “I’ve won an award for eating out *.”
A furious shade of red consumed her cheeks before she shook her head smiling. “You wish. Bullshit.”