Love Isn't as Easy as the Books

Part 6

Six Months Prior

"My name's Becky, you know," the bartender's fingers were cold as they brushed against Freen's warm ones as she put the martini glass down, "you know... if..."

Oh my god, she's fucking stuttering through her own pickup line. She's such a dork. But damn does she have nice tits.

Becky rubbed the back of her neck and blushed while turned her gaze anywhere else but the green eyed, red dressed beauty sitting at the bar before her.

"Oh man," she sighed. Freen loved every second of it. "If- I can't believe I'm saying this..."

"Oh I don't mind," Freen responded as she rested her chin on her hands and waited patiently for Becky to finish whatever horrible pickup line she had prepared. "Please continue."

For a second, in the slight dark red lipped smile and intelligent green eyed gaze that made Becky feel almost like she was being hunted.

"Ifyouneedsomethingtomoantonight," Becky breathed out all in one go before immediately turning on her heal and practically running to the other end of the bar to pour shots for some other patrons.

All the while Freen was smiled into her martini, grinning uncontrollably as the attractive bartender moved about her work space.

When Becky came back to Freen to refill her drink, the patron said, "You know, your line would have been a real panty dropper..."

When Freen trailed off, Becky went back to rubbing the back of her neck. "I'll keep that in mind for next time. I'll try to get it off- out!- all in one go next time."

"If I was wearing any," Freen said with a wink.

And that left Becky well and truly speechless. As her brain struggled to make the connections between her grey matter and the pale lips and her tongue, Freen tipped generously.

"Say if a girl was looking for something, or someone, fun to do for a weekend, where would she go to find that? Or more accurately when?" Freen asked.

"Close! I don't close tonight," Becky stammered, almost falling over herself to answer. "I get off in two hours."

"And then with any luck a half hour later," Freen said.

Once again Becky averted her eyes, looking at the bar top, the other patrons, the floor, the ceiling, anything but Freen's piercing gaze. It was in that moment that the green eyed huntress felt overly predatory.

A tense, uncomfortable atmosphere surrounded the pair and was only punctuated by the thumping bass.

Before Freen could give voice to her apology, Becky had been summoned away to do drinks and clean before her early club shift was over. It was still early and the real partiers hadn't gone out yet.

Freen was still operating on East Coast time, so it felt late to her.

The next time Becky came over, Freen preempted whatever she was going to say with, "Sorry if I was coming on too strong. I don't want to pressure you into anything."

Becky gave her a confident, wry half smile. "Nah, I'm looking forward to whatever you have planned."

Freen's chest grew warm as she got lost for a second in Becky's eyes and that smile that had just a sliver of mischievousness trapped inside.