Intimate Affairs [ON HOLD]

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~|Rated Mature Scenes Ahead: Dont read if under age 18|~

Nan was going to be so disappointed.

I couldn't even imagine what I was going to say to her about the interview. I was more fearful of how she'd react. She'd been bidding my time, but with the burden of her job she couldn't play favorites and turn a blind eye for long. I suspected an eviction was on its way sooner rather than later.

Now I'll have to figure out where to live and or whoto live with. Nan lived by herself in a tight space just like me and she sure as hell didn't need or want to take care of a grown woman along with a cat.

However, I don't think Windsor would mind sharing his home with me.

I went down the list of people that I could possible live with and the chances of them accepting me weren't likely. My family didn't want me. I wouldn't be of use to them anyway, I didn't have a dime to my name to be able to pay for my stay.

To top it off I was in a bar with a drink I couldn't even afford.

I laughed to myself as I traced the ring of the glass with my Southern Comfort still inside. I'd been contemplating on chugging it down then making a run for it, but then security might tackle me before I stepped foot outside. If I didn't drink it then I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of trying to run.

But it was so tempting.

I needed a buzz, or a taste, I needed to forget. I neededto put all my troubles to rest at least for the next few seconds.

So, I drank it.

I sloshed it in my mouth before swallowing the liquid. It went smoothly down my throat with a subtle burn and I found myself feeling guilty for what I had to do next.

"Why don't you let me buy your next one?" said the gentleman occupying the seat two spaces down from mine.

It took me a moment to register that he'd been talking to me as we were the only two sitting at the bar. I blanched because I hadn't even noticed him until now.

Damn.

Wow.

I was speechless, completely thrown off by the man who'd offered me the drink.

He was definitely someone to behold.

Foreboding blue-green eyes bore into mine as if he were trying to see into my mind. They were piercing, like spears, that'd pinned me in place. I was so awestruck that I lost my ability to speak or even think about what to say next.

Dark, curly hair bordered a hauntingly beautiful face with a God-like appearance. He was sinfully smoldering with lush kissable lips and a round nose. Even his voice was seductive and he'd only said a handful of words. He looked placid in the bar right now, but behind close doors I dared to think of the man that he was-especially in bed. His muscles and all that power he exuded was held together by a three-piece navy blue suit with a purple tie but I wanted to know the man underneath all those layers in far more intimate ways.

Pressure began to build in my lower region and I quickly squeezed my legs together to douse the unwanted feelings that he'd triggered. We haven't even started a full conversation and I already wanted to take him to bed!

"How about that drink?" He asked again, the corner of his lips turned up on one side in a half smile.

"I, uh, sure."

"Charlie, one more on the house." He ordered the bartender who'd serviced me with an authoritative bite in his tone.

"You got it, sir." Charlie replied.