just shook his head slightly and smiled.
“So, Cynthia, what brings you to the bar tonight? You don’t really look like the usual crowd.” She sipped on the drink he paid for and tried not to look too desperate. She could tell right away he was a take charge kind of guy, and judging by the people that kept coming by and saying hi to him he didn’t hang with a good crowd. He was the typical bad boy, alpha male that she constantly tied herself to, and she knew she needed to be more careful going forward.
“Is it that obvious?” She looked herself up and down trying to pick out what looked like she didn’t belong there, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
“No, I mean because I’m a regular here, and I’ve never seen you.” He gave a little chuckle which sent a shiver down her spine. Confidence was just dripping off of him, and she was loving it. It was ridiculous how fast a guy could make her melt.
“Well, I used to come here when it was called something else. I haven’t been out in a while, so I just thought it was time to blow off some steam.” She was sure not to mention being newly single or the pitiful fact that she couldn’t get any of her friends to come with her.
“This is the perfect place to do just that. I do it at least once a week. Be sure to try your hand at karaoke, or if it’s more your style there’s usually a poker game that starts up around midnight.”
“I’m more of a sit and watch kind of girl unless it involves roller coasters or dancing. Now those I’ll go for any day.”
“A woman after my own heart. I see you like a thrill. My own vice is my motorcycle. I get to feel that rush every day. Have you ever been on one? Maybe I can take you for a ride some time?”
Cynthia felt herself blushing at the thought, but as she was about to respond a small group of people came up to Diesel. A blonde woman practically climbed on his lap and started giggling, and a red headed man stood next to the old man and woman from karaoke. They all smelled like beer.
“Hey, Diesel, how about we get out of here?” the blonde asked, making Cynthia feel like she was intruding on a private moment. But she was surprised to see Diesel gently push the woman away.
“Excuse me, but I was having a fucking conversation here, Liz. I’ll leave when I’m ready. If you don’t like it here, then you know where the exit is.” Cynthia watched the girl turn her lips out in a pout before running off, probably in shame. Heaven knows Cynthia would be running away if he’d talked to her like that, though she couldn’t deny the fire burning in her blood for him. He was exactly the type of guy that got her going. He was a man in charge, and she had a feeling he was in charge in more ways than one.
“Sorry, Diesel, I think she had a little too much,” the old man apologized like it was his fault. She was amazed at how everyone treated this man like he was the head of the mob or something. Maybe he was? But he certainly didn't look Italian.
“Isn’t that always the story with her. Anyway, party at her place since she was the first to leave. Go out to the bikes I’ll be there in a moment.” He stared them down until they were through the door and outside like it was his very gaze forcing them out with their tails tucked between their legs. Cynthia bit her lip to hold back the drool and the urge to lick this guy from head to toe.
“Sorry about that, but a man’s gotta keep his own in line, right?” Cynthia could only guess at what he meant as he turned around and winked at her. She swore she was melting; right into her panties.
“I suppose so,” she replied, unable to think of anything else.
“Well, I’m about to head out with those assholes, but it was nice to meet you Cynthia. You can come to the party if you want. The club member that leaves first always sacrifices their house up for an after party. It’s tradition. It’s at 4500 Kyser
“So, Cynthia, what brings you to the bar tonight? You don’t really look like the usual crowd.” She sipped on the drink he paid for and tried not to look too desperate. She could tell right away he was a take charge kind of guy, and judging by the people that kept coming by and saying hi to him he didn’t hang with a good crowd. He was the typical bad boy, alpha male that she constantly tied herself to, and she knew she needed to be more careful going forward.
“Is it that obvious?” She looked herself up and down trying to pick out what looked like she didn’t belong there, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
“No, I mean because I’m a regular here, and I’ve never seen you.” He gave a little chuckle which sent a shiver down her spine. Confidence was just dripping off of him, and she was loving it. It was ridiculous how fast a guy could make her melt.
“Well, I used to come here when it was called something else. I haven’t been out in a while, so I just thought it was time to blow off some steam.” She was sure not to mention being newly single or the pitiful fact that she couldn’t get any of her friends to come with her.
“This is the perfect place to do just that. I do it at least once a week. Be sure to try your hand at karaoke, or if it’s more your style there’s usually a poker game that starts up around midnight.”
“I’m more of a sit and watch kind of girl unless it involves roller coasters or dancing. Now those I’ll go for any day.”
“A woman after my own heart. I see you like a thrill. My own vice is my motorcycle. I get to feel that rush every day. Have you ever been on one? Maybe I can take you for a ride some time?”
Cynthia felt herself blushing at the thought, but as she was about to respond a small group of people came up to Diesel. A blonde woman practically climbed on his lap and started giggling, and a red headed man stood next to the old man and woman from karaoke. They all smelled like beer.
“Hey, Diesel, how about we get out of here?” the blonde asked, making Cynthia feel like she was intruding on a private moment. But she was surprised to see Diesel gently push the woman away.
“Excuse me, but I was having a fucking conversation here, Liz. I’ll leave when I’m ready. If you don’t like it here, then you know where the exit is.” Cynthia watched the girl turn her lips out in a pout before running off, probably in shame. Heaven knows Cynthia would be running away if he’d talked to her like that, though she couldn’t deny the fire burning in her blood for him. He was exactly the type of guy that got her going. He was a man in charge, and she had a feeling he was in charge in more ways than one.
“Sorry, Diesel, I think she had a little too much,” the old man apologized like it was his fault. She was amazed at how everyone treated this man like he was the head of the mob or something. Maybe he was? But he certainly didn't look Italian.
“Isn’t that always the story with her. Anyway, party at her place since she was the first to leave. Go out to the bikes I’ll be there in a moment.” He stared them down until they were through the door and outside like it was his very gaze forcing them out with their tails tucked between their legs. Cynthia bit her lip to hold back the drool and the urge to lick this guy from head to toe.
“Sorry about that, but a man’s gotta keep his own in line, right?” Cynthia could only guess at what he meant as he turned around and winked at her. She swore she was melting; right into her panties.
“I suppose so,” she replied, unable to think of anything else.
“Well, I’m about to head out with those assholes, but it was nice to meet you Cynthia. You can come to the party if you want. The club member that leaves first always sacrifices their house up for an after party. It’s tradition. It’s at 4500 Kyser
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