Fierce Salon: Episode 2: A New Adult Smexy Serial (Volume 2) Read Free Page B

an hour.
    Just when I get to a spot on the windy road to turn around, I see a little bar with neon lights flashing and pickup trucks filling the lot. Denim ‘n Darts. That’ll work.
    I park my brand new Lexus RC F in the first space I come to that isn’t wedged between giant tires and head on in. I don’t do country bars often but as I walk into the dimly lit room, I immediately relax. The music is actually soothing in its unfamiliarity. I definitely won’t run into anybody I know in a dive like this.
    I approach the bar and order a Coors Light. I haven’t had one since high school and I think back to how much my life has changed since then. If I didn’t leave school at seventeen to pursue modeling, would I have gone to college? Become the doctor my mom always wanted me to be. Or maybe the investment banker my dad hoped for so I could follow in his footsteps.
    The bartender places an open bottle in front of me then walks away. Just as I take my first drink, a tall redhead slides onto the stool next to me.
    “Careful with that or you’ll crush it.”
    I take a slow sip before turning to look at her. “Pardon me?”
    “The bottle.” She nods toward my fist, wrapped around the long neck. “The way you’re clenching that thing, you’d think it was trying to escape with your woman.”
    I take another drink before setting the bottle on the wooden bar and stretching my fingers. “Don’t have a woman.” I shake out my hand and offer it to her. “Nate.”
    With a soft grip, her long fingernails lightly scratch the inside of my wrist. “Pleasure to meet you, Nate. I’m Allison.”
    “Good to meet you, Allison.” She’s tapping an empty glass to get the bartender’s attention. “Can I buy you a drink?”
    She looks me over and smiles. “Sure can.”
    The jeans she’s wearing could be painted on but I’m not concerned about that. She isn’t someone I’d take home but in my current state, she’s the perfect girl to scratch my itch. She doesn’t know me from Adam. I’m just fresh blood in a bar she probably spends a lot of time in.
    I bring the bottle to my lips and finish my beer. The piss water goes down easier if I chug it. The next one won’t be as bad.
    When the bartender works his way back to us, he smirks at the woman. “Alli, you ready for a refill?”
    She nods and looks over to me. “Yeah, I’ll have what Nate’s having.”
    “Nate, huh?” The guy gives me an appraising look as he pulls a cold bottle from his cooler and pops the top. “You want another one, man?”
    I nod as he slides the open bottle to Allison and reaches for another. Before he can ring her up, I drop two twenties on the counter and turn to stand. “Shall we?”
    Allison stands and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Please.”
    We walk to a back booth that’s facing the dance floor. I can tell by the way she’s wiggling that she wants to dance but I’m not in the mood. There’s only one thing I’m looking for tonight and it’s not gonna happen in the middle of a dance floor.
    Allison slides to the center of the booth and I scoot in next to her. We make small talk for a while before she twists her body and swings her legs up over my lap. Subtle .
    “You know I’m the envy of every girl in this place,” she says before taking a drink.
    “And why is that?” I wrap my arm behind her back so my hand is resting on her hip.
    She scratches her red fingernail across my scruffy jaw then down my neck, drawing lazy circles on the skin below my Adam’s apple. “Because you’re sexy as sin and have that fuck me look in your eyes.”
    The dirty talk is actually turning me on more than the woman herself. Since this is really what I came here for, I gently press my lips to hers, licking the seam slowly before pulling back. “I apologize for the crudeness of my eyes but they know what they want.”
    She chases my mouth with hers then shifts her body so she’s straddling my lap in the booth. In the limited space, her