Part 11 (1/2)
”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 pa.s.s 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 blus.h.i.+ng sorority girls. When I look back up, Fiona's glaring at me.
s.h.i.+t 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 f.u.c.k weren't a fairytale. In fairytales, the princess usually isn't still living with her boyfriend, and she's also not usually getting f.u.c.ked 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 bats.h.i.+t 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 f.u.c.king martini gla.s.s 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 ”Jesus f.u.c.k, Fiona.”
”I know, I know. Crazy, right?”
”You're f.u.c.kin' married?”
”Engaged,” she says in a bored tone.
”Well, congrats?”
She shrugs before grinning that hungry smile at me again. ”So you free or not.”
”I thought you're getting married.”
”I am.”
”Then not.”
She rolls her eyes. ”C'mon Row.”
”Why the f.u.c.k are you here if you're engaged? I thought you and Jeff were doing better.”
Doing better as in ”her not skipping out four times a week to let me f.u.c.k her any way I pleased”.
Amazing what ”not cheating” can do for a relations.h.i.+p.
”Oh, we are.”
”Then why are you here,” I mutter through gritted teeth.
”You wanna know?”
Not really.
I frown at her as she grins and leans across the bar - her t.i.ts almost falling right out of her s.h.i.+rt as she crooks a finger at me. I lean forward despite every voice in my head that tells me not to.