See No Evil

“Hi, yourself, pretty boy. I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d see you in here again. Has the Northside become too boring for you? Is it not giving you enough action, and now you have to drive here to get it?” I tease, leaning my hip on the counter.

“I just came to see you. That’s all,” he mumbles, still looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.

“Me? You came to see me?”

“You say it like it’s unfathomable or something. Yeah, I’m here to see you. Haven’t I stalked your ass enough around school for you to know I like looking at you?” he grumbles, and although the words coming from his mouth seem as if he resents the fact that he’s here, the reason behind it is kind of sweet. I guess as sweet as a guy like Fi

“Yeah, I like looking at you, too. Still, I wouldn’t drive miles out of the fancy part of town to visit this hellhole to do it.”

“You didn’t answer your phone, and things got a little bit hectic back at school today, so this was the only way I could catch up with you.”

“It’s been just two days since we saw each other, Fi

“It’s not like that,” he counters defensively, this time being man enough to look me in the eye.

Now that’s more like it.

I take a minute to answer him because, damn, he’s pretty. I mean, men shouldn’t be this fucking pretty. It makes smart girls do stupid things, and I’m way too smart to be this stupid. But still, I take my time to give him a once-over and let my eyes enjoy the view for a minute.

If I lick him, could I claim him?

Cause I definitely wouldn’t mind licking those abs from top to bottom.

Sweet baby Jesus. He’s too damn gorgeous for his own good.

“Stop looking at me like that. I told you, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” he explains, completely misreading why I’m gawking at him.

“I sure hope so because you might be cute, but I don’t do feelings,” I warn him, making it clear where I’m at and hoping to God Almighty he didn’t see me drool there a second ago.

“Neither do I.”

“Good to know.” I throw him the first smile as his reward for giving me the right—and only—answer worth my time. “So, what can I get you?”

“As long as it comes from a bottle, anything will do.”

I grab him a beer and slide the bottle back to him, ignoring the other customers at the counter who also want their liquor. They can wait. Pretty boy here can’t.

“That will be fifteen dollars.”

“Last time, it was six.” He furrows his brow.

“Last time you didn’t have the pleasure of my company, now did you? Consider it tax.” I smile sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him.

He passes me a twenty, and I start heading to grab his change, only for him to tell me to keep the rest.

Don’t mind if I do.

I watch him clean the bottle ring with his shirt, looking like he’s afraid of getting an STD just by wrapping his lips around it. The urge to tease him is strong, but another customer calls out to me, so I lose my shot at busting Fi

Before I know it, I’m deep in rush hour on autopilot. You wouldn’t think a place like this has a rush hour, but it most certainly does. Everyone from this side of town knows Big Jim’s is the place you want to be at to blow off some steam after a long-ass day of underpaid work.

I have to say, I’m kind of happy that Big Jim let me switch to bar duty this week since the demand makes the time pass quicker. I’m so occupied that I totally forget that pretty boy is squirming away at the far end of the bar counter. I only remember his presence every time he asks for another beer, enabling me to make a few extra bucks off him. A better woman than me would feel remorse in taking advantage of him, but if I have to pick between dignity and an empty stomach, then it’s an easy decision to make.

It does make me wonder why he’s here at all, though. My bet is that his usual groupies aren’t cutting it for him anymore, and he thought he’d get his kicks with an easy, white-trash blowjob. I’m fine with a booty call, and pretty boy isn’t just nice to look at since he definitely has some moves on him in the bedroom department.

The only thing is, he’s a distraction I don’t have the luxury to indulge in. I’ve got too much on my plate as it is. Sure, I still have my sex drive on high alert, but nothing I can’t fix with my trusty vibrator and a bit of good old-fashioned Tumblr porn. Getting off solo means I don’t have to deal with clingy-ass guys who always end up blowing up my phone, demanding my time, and getting pissed off when I don’t have any fucks to give.

Although, Fi

Can’t stop thinking about fucking that bratty mouth. We should do this again.

Any other girl would probably be offended by it. Me, though? After he planted that mental picture into my skull, I had to take out the above-mentioned vibrator and put it to good use. I came good and hard, picturing pretty boy here making my mouth his fuck toy. See? A distraction.

Fi

When the night starts to dwindle down, and most of the clientele have had their fill, my eyes lock on Fi

“Okay, pretty boy. You’ve been here long enough. I think it’s time you called it a night. You look like you’re bored out of your mind.”

“Can I get another beer?” he asks, instead of doing as he’s told.

“Are you driving?”

Fi

“No. Going to call an Uber.”

I can’t help but laugh. As if an Uber was going to come to this side of town to pick his ass up.

“Good luck with that.”

I fetch him another beer, and since things have slowed down, I take a minute to talk to him. I lean against the counter, stripping the empty beer bottle of its logo, and ask, “Why did you come tonight? Not only do you not belong here, but you also look like you don’t want to be here either. So why waste your night slumming it up in a place like this?”

“I just needed to see you,” he mumbles, taking a swig of the bottle, his light-blue eyes intent on mine.

“You already said that. But why?”

“I don’t have a reason to tell you,” he explains incoherently, taking a larger pull of his beer this time.

“Oh boy, I think you drank more than I should have let you.”