Fire & Dark (The Night Horde SoCal Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Susan Fanetti
said, and Bill nodded his thanks.
As Bill counted the money and nodded, Pilar did a quick bit of math and realized Connor had tipped really well. Another point in the hot column. Unless he’d only done it to impress her—then again, she was impressed, so it had worked. But she liked to make a guy work for his play. He clearly had this whole seduction shtick going on; he’d have to get innovative if he wanted to move up from the JV jiggle squad to the A team.
After she pushed a shot glass toward him, she began corralling the other seven. She’d done her time in the food service industry, so getting seven full shots over to the table would be no big deal.
He laid his hand on her forearm. Yep. Really good hand. “Wait. Do yours with me.”
“Why would I? I’m drinking with my friends.”
“Because it was my treat. And you haven’t told me your name.”
“That’s not a treat, if you’re looking for something back. That’s just payment in advance.” Oh, this was fun.
He thought so, too. That sex smile widened and showed real interest. “You’re a smartass.”
“It’s been said.”
“Well, now. That’s interesting. It’s been said about me, too.”
Before she could answer, she was jostled from behind, and Perez and Ron Reyes were there, collecting six shot glasses.
“Thanks, man,” Reyes said to Connor, who dipped his head in a nod.
“Don’t break him,” Perez said to Pilar, plenty loud enough for Connor to hear. “He’s too pretty to scuff up.”
“Assholes!” Pilar called after them both.
When they were alone again, Connor picked up one of the remaining two glasses and tapped it to the other one, miming a toast. “We had an audience. Looks like they planned our night.”
She looked past him at his table of buddies, who were all watching as if they had money on the outcome. They might, for all that. Nodding in their direction, she said, “Bigger audience than you think.”
He looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, they’re assholes, too.” Turning back to her, he lifted his glass again. “Like to know your name before they marry us off.”
“Pilar. I’m Pilar.”
“I like it. I don’t think I’ve ever known a Pilar before.”
She shrugged.
They did their shots. Pilar swallowed hers first, and as she set the glass down, she asked, “So, we gonna fuck, then?”
Coughing and fighting to swallow, he finally sputtered, “Jesus, girl!” He waved his empty glass at Bill and gestured for two more shots. “That’s abrupt, don’t you think?”
“Look. I’m not trawling for Mr. Right. I had a shit day. I need tequila and sex. Tequila’s been taken care of—and thank you for that. You’re hot. I’m horny, and I figure you are, too. Little Miss Tiara rubbed around on your lap for twenty minutes and then scampered off.” The next round had arrived, and she picked one up and knocked it back. “I guess if you were into that bimbo, then maybe I’m not your type. But I know things she can’t even spell. I’ll fuck your brains out and send you on about your life. You in or not?”
He’d started to grin about halfway through her speech. After he tossed his own shot back, he said, “You were checking me out.”
“Don’t be obnoxious about it. You’re hot. You are my type. So, yeah. I ogled.”
“I feel so violated.”
“Will you feel better if we go back to the storeroom and fuck against the beer cases?”
“It’s a start. But Troy’ll have a shit fit.”
“Troy loves me. C’mon. Let’s go, big guy.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the farthest reaches of the bar.
Damn, he had good hands.
~oOo~
The Deck storeroom was a perfect place for a quick fuck, and Pilar had taken a few guys back here. The hot ones whom she had no history with. She didn’t want to take some random guy home with her, and she sure as hell didn’t
As Bill counted the money and nodded, Pilar did a quick bit of math and realized Connor had tipped really well. Another point in the hot column. Unless he’d only done it to impress her—then again, she was impressed, so it had worked. But she liked to make a guy work for his play. He clearly had this whole seduction shtick going on; he’d have to get innovative if he wanted to move up from the JV jiggle squad to the A team.
After she pushed a shot glass toward him, she began corralling the other seven. She’d done her time in the food service industry, so getting seven full shots over to the table would be no big deal.
He laid his hand on her forearm. Yep. Really good hand. “Wait. Do yours with me.”
“Why would I? I’m drinking with my friends.”
“Because it was my treat. And you haven’t told me your name.”
“That’s not a treat, if you’re looking for something back. That’s just payment in advance.” Oh, this was fun.
He thought so, too. That sex smile widened and showed real interest. “You’re a smartass.”
“It’s been said.”
“Well, now. That’s interesting. It’s been said about me, too.”
Before she could answer, she was jostled from behind, and Perez and Ron Reyes were there, collecting six shot glasses.
“Thanks, man,” Reyes said to Connor, who dipped his head in a nod.
“Don’t break him,” Perez said to Pilar, plenty loud enough for Connor to hear. “He’s too pretty to scuff up.”
“Assholes!” Pilar called after them both.
When they were alone again, Connor picked up one of the remaining two glasses and tapped it to the other one, miming a toast. “We had an audience. Looks like they planned our night.”
She looked past him at his table of buddies, who were all watching as if they had money on the outcome. They might, for all that. Nodding in their direction, she said, “Bigger audience than you think.”
He looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, they’re assholes, too.” Turning back to her, he lifted his glass again. “Like to know your name before they marry us off.”
“Pilar. I’m Pilar.”
“I like it. I don’t think I’ve ever known a Pilar before.”
She shrugged.
They did their shots. Pilar swallowed hers first, and as she set the glass down, she asked, “So, we gonna fuck, then?”
Coughing and fighting to swallow, he finally sputtered, “Jesus, girl!” He waved his empty glass at Bill and gestured for two more shots. “That’s abrupt, don’t you think?”
“Look. I’m not trawling for Mr. Right. I had a shit day. I need tequila and sex. Tequila’s been taken care of—and thank you for that. You’re hot. I’m horny, and I figure you are, too. Little Miss Tiara rubbed around on your lap for twenty minutes and then scampered off.” The next round had arrived, and she picked one up and knocked it back. “I guess if you were into that bimbo, then maybe I’m not your type. But I know things she can’t even spell. I’ll fuck your brains out and send you on about your life. You in or not?”
He’d started to grin about halfway through her speech. After he tossed his own shot back, he said, “You were checking me out.”
“Don’t be obnoxious about it. You’re hot. You are my type. So, yeah. I ogled.”
“I feel so violated.”
“Will you feel better if we go back to the storeroom and fuck against the beer cases?”
“It’s a start. But Troy’ll have a shit fit.”
“Troy loves me. C’mon. Let’s go, big guy.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the farthest reaches of the bar.
Damn, he had good hands.
~oOo~
The Deck storeroom was a perfect place for a quick fuck, and Pilar had taken a few guys back here. The hot ones whom she had no history with. She didn’t want to take some random guy home with her, and she sure as hell didn’t
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