Kelly's Quest (NYC LOVE Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jennifer Ann
girl.”
Suddenly I wish I would’ve taken my sister, Ella, up on the can of mace she offered to send along. I tend to be a magnet for douchebags, and apparently Erik is no exception, even if he is infuriatingly attractive. “When you suggested we get together for drinks sometime , I never would’ve guessed that was code for ten minutes . Are you stalking me?”
“Last I checked, bars are considered a public domain.” He peers into the glass of clear liquid in his hands, snorting. “And I needed a drink, apparently just like you.”
Narrowing my eyes, I whisper, “Aren’t you, like, eighteen or something?”
He leans in close, his warm breath tickling my neck. “Twenty in a few months, actually. And newsflash, it doesn’t take much to get your hands on a legit ID. I would even venture to guess you had one not too long ago.”
I lean away, clearing my throat. “I picture someone of your stature having a little higher standards than this place.” When the bartender sets a glass in front of me, I add, “No offense.”
She shrugs. “I only work here. That’ll be ten dollars.”
“For this?” I ask, gesturing to the small tumbler glass.
“Welcome to New York,” Erik tells me, tossing her a crisp $100 bill. “I’ve got this.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I mutter before knocking the drink back in a series of large gulps. Shivering, I slam the glass back on the worn wooden bar and nod at the bartender. “I’ll take another, please.”
Erik chuckles. “Slow down there, Lohan. Whatever got your panties in a bundle isn’t going to be solved with you stumbling your way around the city.”
I don’t miss the heavy sexual undertone he uses for the word “panties.” Recoiling, I curl my lip. “Back off. Just because you bought me a drink does not mean you can fantasize about my panties.” The whiskey burns its way down into my stomach, reminding me it’s nearing lunchtime and I have yet to eat today. At this rate I’ll be drunk in no time.
“That’s rather presumptuous of you. Do I look like the kind of guy who would indulge in sexual fantasies?” He watches me with a rather obnoxious smirk that, for some reason, wedges its way beneath my skin.
My phone buzzes with a string of texts from Jewels asking where I went. Silencing it, I motion for the bartender to refill my glass. “All I know is the way you were trying to get a look at my tits just now, it’s safe to assume you’re not gay.”
“That automatically means I fantasize about you naked?”
“I thought we were talking about my panties.” I set a $20 bill on the bar before turning to him. “Look. I’m not interested in hooking up with you. So you can stop this flirting thing before you exhaust yourself.”
With a delightful grin, he runs his fingertips across my arm, bringing goosebumps the the surface of my skin. “I love an assertive woman. They’re usually capable of some mind blowing skills in the bedroom.”
“You can forget it. I’m not going to start messing around with someone my best friend clearly doesn’t approve of.”
I down the next double shot of whiskey and bring it back down on the bar, welcoming the glowing burn that settles in my bones. Drinking when I can’t deal with my emotional turmoil is never a good idea as it almost always leads to more problems, but I need to quiet the delusional part of me that believes I deserve to be treated this way.
I exhale slowly and nod to the bartender. “Another.”
“She’s had enough,” Erik tells her, holding his hand out. The woman rolls her eyes and leaves us to wait on an old man a few stools down.
“ Excuse me? What are you, my fucking dad ?” I ask, hearing the subtle slur to my words. “You don’t even know me!”
“I may not know you, but I know you’re a naive girl from the midwest with an ax to grind over something that really pissed you off, and I’m not going to let you get loaded and wander around the city all alone.” He grins into his
Suddenly I wish I would’ve taken my sister, Ella, up on the can of mace she offered to send along. I tend to be a magnet for douchebags, and apparently Erik is no exception, even if he is infuriatingly attractive. “When you suggested we get together for drinks sometime , I never would’ve guessed that was code for ten minutes . Are you stalking me?”
“Last I checked, bars are considered a public domain.” He peers into the glass of clear liquid in his hands, snorting. “And I needed a drink, apparently just like you.”
Narrowing my eyes, I whisper, “Aren’t you, like, eighteen or something?”
He leans in close, his warm breath tickling my neck. “Twenty in a few months, actually. And newsflash, it doesn’t take much to get your hands on a legit ID. I would even venture to guess you had one not too long ago.”
I lean away, clearing my throat. “I picture someone of your stature having a little higher standards than this place.” When the bartender sets a glass in front of me, I add, “No offense.”
She shrugs. “I only work here. That’ll be ten dollars.”
“For this?” I ask, gesturing to the small tumbler glass.
“Welcome to New York,” Erik tells me, tossing her a crisp $100 bill. “I’ve got this.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I mutter before knocking the drink back in a series of large gulps. Shivering, I slam the glass back on the worn wooden bar and nod at the bartender. “I’ll take another, please.”
Erik chuckles. “Slow down there, Lohan. Whatever got your panties in a bundle isn’t going to be solved with you stumbling your way around the city.”
I don’t miss the heavy sexual undertone he uses for the word “panties.” Recoiling, I curl my lip. “Back off. Just because you bought me a drink does not mean you can fantasize about my panties.” The whiskey burns its way down into my stomach, reminding me it’s nearing lunchtime and I have yet to eat today. At this rate I’ll be drunk in no time.
“That’s rather presumptuous of you. Do I look like the kind of guy who would indulge in sexual fantasies?” He watches me with a rather obnoxious smirk that, for some reason, wedges its way beneath my skin.
My phone buzzes with a string of texts from Jewels asking where I went. Silencing it, I motion for the bartender to refill my glass. “All I know is the way you were trying to get a look at my tits just now, it’s safe to assume you’re not gay.”
“That automatically means I fantasize about you naked?”
“I thought we were talking about my panties.” I set a $20 bill on the bar before turning to him. “Look. I’m not interested in hooking up with you. So you can stop this flirting thing before you exhaust yourself.”
With a delightful grin, he runs his fingertips across my arm, bringing goosebumps the the surface of my skin. “I love an assertive woman. They’re usually capable of some mind blowing skills in the bedroom.”
“You can forget it. I’m not going to start messing around with someone my best friend clearly doesn’t approve of.”
I down the next double shot of whiskey and bring it back down on the bar, welcoming the glowing burn that settles in my bones. Drinking when I can’t deal with my emotional turmoil is never a good idea as it almost always leads to more problems, but I need to quiet the delusional part of me that believes I deserve to be treated this way.
I exhale slowly and nod to the bartender. “Another.”
“She’s had enough,” Erik tells her, holding his hand out. The woman rolls her eyes and leaves us to wait on an old man a few stools down.
“ Excuse me? What are you, my fucking dad ?” I ask, hearing the subtle slur to my words. “You don’t even know me!”
“I may not know you, but I know you’re a naive girl from the midwest with an ax to grind over something that really pissed you off, and I’m not going to let you get loaded and wander around the city all alone.” He grins into his
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