She was sitting at a booth along the wall that ran beside the bar. At first she sat down facing the back of the room but discovered she had a front row seat for the spectacle a couple was making in the back. Just what WAS that girl doing under his trench coat? OMG, in public, that’s disgusting. Stacia got up and changed sides so she was facing the door.
A waitress with big hair and boobs stopped at the table and kicked her skinny hip out. ‘Honey, ya want a menu or ya just medicatin’?’
‘Just medicating, I guess.’ Stacia thought about ordering food, and remembered the large number on the bathroom scale this morning.
Big hair raised her eyebrows and said, ‘Well, what’s your poison? It’s happy hour, two for one.’
‘Fine, bring me a lethal dose of Vanilla Rum and Coke.’ She responded, with little enthusiasm. Too bad I can’t get drunk and get laid. Too bad nothing with a full set of teeth and hair would look twice at the fat chick.
She sighed and squinted as the door opened. A six pack of ripped, hard-body testosterone clad from head to toe in black leather strode through the door like they owned the place. They didn’t just own the place, they owned the whole damned world. All of them were wearing dark lensed sunglasses, even though the sun had dropped behind the horizon a half hour back. They were working their way through the tables heading toward the back. Suddenly, almost too late, she realized they were going to pass right by her table and she was staring like a sex starved rabbit.
As the first one rounded the corner that would bring him by her table she became intently interested in the button on the back of the other side of the booth. As she watched the tall Greek gods out of the corner of her eye she thought, ‘I wouldn’t mind wearing myself out on that ride. Especially the blonde. Walking toward the back of the group was a long haired, blond, Fabio type. As that thought crossed her mind his head snapped around and he looked right at her. She looked up and began to squirm. Men like that just didn’t notice her to the point that she often checked a mirror to see if she was invisible. But this one was suddenly staring at her pointedly. At first he looked rather confused, then a slow smile curled the edges of his delectable mouth. He changed the angle of his path so he would pass closer to her booth.
A burning blush started at her neck and crept up her face. Oh stop it, she thought, he can't read your mind. And you are way too old to be blushing like some plump little school girl. When he stopped at the table he leaned two fisted hands on the table and bent at the waist so he was looking right into her eyes. His nose was inches from hers.
The guy that had been following him looked back and said, ‘Hey Kell, we don’t have time to play.’ He didn’t take his eyes off her or move his mouth, but she clearly heard him say, 'Sit tight, I’ll be back in a tick and we’ll rap about that ride. And trust me, I’ve got all my teeth.'
Teeth aren’t all you got baby. I’ll need a saddle and spurs to ride you. That thought slipped before she could stop herself. He laughed out loud.
Mortified she began to wish a hole would open in the lumpy booth bench and swallow her whole. She was suddenly acutely aware that all the people in the adjacent tables were craning their necks to watch the action, or lack of it. As her head started pounding she also became aware she was holding her breath. As if he could read her thoughts, he said quietly, ‘Breathe.’
‘How do you know what I’m thinking?’
‘How do I KNOW? Darlin’ you are projecting so loud that I could hear you from the parking lot.’
As she looked back at him she became aware of a quiet in her head she hadn’t known since puberty. She could no longer hear the thoughts of all the people in the tables around her. It hadn’t been bad earlier, but the place had started filling up and she was aware the muscles in her neck were becoming more tense as the roar that was always in her head when she was around other people grew more intense. In a place like this she could usually concentrate on the loud music and get a measure of relief. But if anyone near her became emotional, or worse, aroused, there was no blocking their every thought.
As if he were following her thought process his look of amusement was replaced with concern. ‘Listen, I have to take care of something, but it won’t take long.’ The waitress walked up and sat her drink on the table. He stood up to his full towering height and stepped back so he was facing the waitress. As he moved, Stacia saw the muscles rippling under his shirt. ‘Put that on my tab and bring her what ever she wants to eat. She’s hungry and she needs to eat something.’
‘Sure thing Kell. I’ll get a menu. You want the usual?’ the bar maid said as she tapped a long sculptured nail against her tray.
‘Yeah, bring it here, I’ll be back’
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