Shattered

Chapter Fourteen

An hour later I was checking my reflection one last time in the body mirror on the back of the bathroom door. My hair was combed smoothly and straightened. The faded blue jeans hugged my hips, butt, and thighs so well they looked as if they were fitted specifically for me. The tank top was so form fitting that it emphasized the size of my breasts.

I hated it.

I brushed my hair back completely messing up the straightened perfection that Bash made me promise to send him a picture of. Flipping my head upside down, I gathered my hair together, stood up straight and wrapped my ponytail band around it in a messy bun. I grabbed my baby blue and tan flannel from my luggage and slid my arms into it, buttoned up the bottom three buttons and instantly felt comfortable again. I no longer felt naked. I slipped on my boots, grabbed my phone and opened the case to make sure my cards and I.D. were still in its wallet slots. Checking my reflection one last time, happier with this look, I smiled and headed down to the diner on the first floor.

When I walked into the 'diner' I was hit with a completely different scene in front of me. This was not a diner. It was a bar and grill. I was going to murder Sebastian. Shaking my head, I entered the restaurant anyway and was immediately greeted by the attractive man behind the bar.

"Good evening, aren't you yummy." He grinned with a raised eyebrow as his eyes traveled down my body.

I rolled my eyes. Really?

"Would you like a seat at the bar or are you waiting for someone?" He asked.

"I'm alone, just want a bite to eat before I turn in for the night." I forced a smile ignoring how he was ogling me. And Sebastian wanted me to come in here with just my tank top? I can only imagine this man's reaction if I wasn't covered.

Where's Ramsey? Surely, he wouldn't allow someone talk like this to one of Bash's friends.

"Ok, come sit." He placed a napkin down on the bar in front of where he was standing. Reaching under the bar, he grabbed a glass and set it down on the napkin.

"What would you like to drink? First one's on me." He winked.

Ignoring his flirtation, I straddled the bar stool and rested my feet on the bars at the bottom. "You wouldn't happen to have sweet tea, would you?"

"Sure you don't want something stronger?"

Raising an eyebrow as I glared at the man standing front of me, I stared, refusing to break the gaze. I wasn't about to drink and find myself unable to control anything around me, especially being here alone with a very forward bartender.

"I have fruity drinks. I'm told you enjoy berries. I have a very berry-"

"Ramsey?" I asked.

"Yes, dear, that's me." He beamed.

It all made sense now. The forward flirtations didn't seem as intrusive now. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I smiled and nodded.

"I'll take that berry drink. I'm Cassia by the way."

He turned his back to me and began throwing ingredients into the blender.

"Bash never told you what I looked like, did he?" He asked as he turned to face me.

Shaking my head, I accepted the drink he slid in front of me. It was purple and thick with raspberries, black berries, and strawberries chopped up in it. It looked like a smoothie or frozen daiquiri. It tasted divine.

"That is amazing." I exclaimed taking another long sip through the straw.

Ramsey smiled a proud smile. "Let me grab you a menu, you mentioned food. Can't have you drinking on an empty stomach." He walked away from the bar over to the front doors. I was enjoying the drink a little too much, it tasted just like a berry smoothie.