Tipsy

Two

Chapter Two

Mikah

"Hey. Uh, buddy? Hello? Wake up, please."

A jab to the rib cage from an index finger caused my eyes to spring open. Hovering above me was the redhead I'd brought home last night. Her hands were lifted palm-side up, making me feel as if I'd missed a question. I was staring at a pair of tits, which were ready to burst free from last night's dress. They were nice, but nothing compared to the ass. The ass got her the invite upstairs.

"Dude!" She snapped her fingers in front of my face. "How the hell do I get out of this place? The restaurant is closed."

I peered at the alarm clock. She was correct. The restaurant wouldn't be opening for another five hours. What type of person awoke at five in the morning? Other than maybe a half-awake piss, I couldn't remember the last time I'd been awake this early. If the restaurant opened at ten, that meant the alarm went off at 9:45 and not a second sooner. Sleep was a wonderful thing.

I yawned and rubbed at my eyes. "Why do you need to leave this early? I figured we could repeat last night, Ka... ren?"

"Kristin."

"Right," I agreed, not remembering that name in the slightest. "I knew that. I'm not awake. Don't let that sway your decision."

"Listen..." She picked up my jeans from the floor and tossed them into my face. "Last night was... nice, but I'm not into kinky shit. Now, can you let me out of this place or not?"

"Kinky shit?" I asked, sitting up.

I became dizzy as soon as I was upright. Pressing my eyes closed, I tried to remember what all had gone down last night. Kristin seemed to remember it differently. Tequila shots led to her dancing on my bar. Normally that wouldn't fly, but her ass was swaying in my face, and I had a show of a tiny pink thong for a good half hour. As soon as the bar closed, it was her that admitted to wanting me to see that peep show. Other than she felt the need to claw the shit out of my chest, her riding me was the extent of our night. It wasn't even that good, but if I was going to wake up with a chick in my bed, I'd be up for another go. That seemed to be her intention last night too, but we fell asleep. We had to run out of energy at some point.

"I didn't ask to be used like a cat's scratching post," I said. "That was your idea."

"Yeah. That was fun," she agreed. "The pegging, though... it's, uh, weird. I mean, I like anal too, but a guy who's into shoving dragons the size of my arm up his ass is more than I can handle. Now, can you let me out? I'll set off alarms if I need to."

My hands dropped from my face. "Excuse me?"

"You do you, guy." She moved to the door. "As you clearly do. I just won't be sticking around to see you take that thing."

"What... thing?"

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"She's a goddamn tyrant!"

"Mikah..." Ollie groaned as I followed him with a stack of boxes. It was the second round of them this morning. "She was put on this earth to make my life miserable. You should have seen the damn thing. I don't even know where one goes to find something like it! And when I tried to confront her with it, to prove my innocence to Kathy, do you know what she did?"

"No,"—Ollie pushed the door to our father's old office open and dropped the empty boxes to the floor—"but I have a feeling you're about to tell me."

My boxes were not set down as gently as the ones Ollie had been carrying. When I had the space to make sure I didn't hit my older brother, I tossed them against a filing cabinet. Hallie Reynolds had struck my last nerve this week.