I thought long and hard about going out and finding someone else to take the edge off the ache in my pants. Something needed to be done before I lost my damn mind. There was only so long I could go without sex and not become certifiable and I was reaching the end of my very short shelf life.
Then I thought about Vivian, who was up in my hotel room, with honey still in her hair and probably thinking of all the ways she wanted to hurt and maim me.
Honestly, what did I owe her? She wasn’t my girlfriend. We weren’t dating. Hell, she barely tolerated me most days. Why she cared whether I was boning some other girl had always been beyond me. Just because we swapped bodily fluids didn’t give us any sort of ownership over each other.
Hunting for some strange shouldn’t bother her in the least.
Hell, she may very well be getting it on with all sorts of dudes back in Bakersville.
Hold up! I had never thought about that possibility before.
I hadn’t spent any time thinking about what Vivian’s life was like when she wasn’t with me. What if she was with someone else?
My gut twisted and lurched at the thought.
What was this emotion churning in my stomach? I felt almost nauseous.
Vivian and the faceless douche started to bounce around in my head, fading in and out like a bad acid trip.
I stood in the hallway, chewing on my thumbnail, a bad habit left over from a shitty childhood. And I obsessed. I let my mind do cartwheels around the guy I just knew Vivian was screwing during her Cole-free hours.
He was probably some stereotypical jock. Most likely a reformed frat freak with a nine to five and a great parking spot in front of his office.
I wanted to kill this unknown jerk off. His face became an amalgamation of everyone I hated. My dad, the guy who cooked meth out of his apartment three doors down from me back in Bakersville. Maybe he looked like Stu, the mailman, who always conveniently lost my new editions of Guitar World.
I took the elevator straight to the lobby and headed for the bar. It was closed of course, but I could see through the glass door that the bartender, a hot little number with bright red hair, was still inside, cleaning up.
I knocked on the glass and waved to get her attention. She made her way over and unlocked the door.
“Can I help you?” she asked, a small smile on her face. She gave me the typical once over and I knew instantly that she liked what she saw.
I thought about Vivian, who was most likely still up in my room sulking and making a voodoo doll out of my dirty socks and knew this is exactly what I needed to get my head on straight.
“I know you’re closed, but what can I do to convince you to pour me a drink or two?” I asked, leaning my hip against the jam and hooking my thumbs in my jeans pocket.
The bartender ran her hand through her hair and opened the door wider, letting me in. She closed and locked it behind me.
“Let me join you?” she asked, chewing on her plump bottom lip. I ran my hand along the back of my neck, feeling strange all of a sudden.
I hesitated inside the bar, watching as the girl went back behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured us a couple of shots.
She lifted her eyebrows at me, obviously wondering why I was still lingering just inside the door.
“You were the one that wanted to drink. Are you gonna sit down?” she asked, her voice was low and raspy and made me think of all sorts of naughty things.
She wore a tight black shirt and low cut jeans. She ran her tongue along her lip and watched me as I slowly approached the bar.
I sat down on a stool, grabbed the shot glass and tossed the contents back. The slight burn making me shudder. The bartender quickly refilled my glass and I just as quickly drank it.
She chuckled, a purposefully sexy sound and leaned over the bar, pressing her chest up and out for my enjoyment.