The Rotten Apple beckoning her to go back inside and give Creek her phone number. Wasn’t that how things were done? She could just write her number down on a piece of paper and hurry out. If he didn’t call, she’d be no worse off. If he did call…!
But Beth hurried back out the door and the moment was gone. “Okay, let’s go!” Beth said and slammed the door shut.
Violet was looking back at the bar one last time, so she missed the look that the four other women gave to each other. Beth and Jane even high-fived in the back seat.
Creek stared at the cute woman as she rushed back outside into the darkness, then down at the piece of paper. With a surge of satisfaction, he almost laughed out loud. The piece of paper had Violet’s name, phone number and an address on it. Bingo!
“Looks like you struck out on the cute one,” Knox commented as he moved behind the bar to fill three beers.
Saeger and Tucker were leaning against the other side of the bar and chuckled. “Went down in flames, if you ask me,” Saeger teased.
Creek ignored all of them as he stuffed the paper into his pocket. “Go to hell,” was his only response.
Tucker took a long sip of his beer. “Looks like you might already be there,” he commented, looking pointedly at the painted blond woman who was obviously trying hard to gain Creek’s attention.
Creek glanced over at the woman, then back down at his friends. “Not my type,” he replied, completely uninterested after seeing Violet’s adorable bottom and the way her sweater hid what he suspected were very fine curves. Damn, he thought, shifting uncomfortably as his body hardened just at the memory of the woman reaching up to grab the beer mugs, revealing a small slice of white flesh. Her waist had been so tiny, he suspected he might be able to wrap his hands around it. A smooth, flat stomach and those hips! If he could get her naked, he knew he’d be in heaven.
“Earth to Creek!” Tucker called out.
Knox only chuckled, more of a strong, silent type. But he was a genius at playing the stock market. People begged him to invest their money. He’d more than doubled the money that Creek, Tucker and Saeger had given him over the past few years. What’s more, the man didn’t play the market to make more money. That was only a side benefit. It was like a game to him and he always won. He had a sort of sixth sense about companies and stocks, knowing when to get in and when to get out. Of course, the man played his game with a ferocity that some might call lethal. Others had used the term brutal. But Knox didn’t give a damn. He paid no attention to any of it. Just moved on to the next challenge.
“If you’re so hot for the woman, why are you standing here?” Tucker asked.
Tucker was into environmental technology and the security surrounding his companies was on par with Fort Knox. Everyone wanted to know what he was going to invent next, wanted in on the designs or just to find out when to invest. When he released a product to the world, the world changed.
Creek sighed and picked up another glass to polish. “Because she’s not like the normal bar flies that hang out here. She’s sweet and shy.”
“In other words, she ignored you,” Saeger teased, taking a gulp of his beer.
Saeger was the computer guy among the four. He had gaming companies that others vied to keep up with, and other divisions that sold software technology to appliance manufacturers, car companies, robot tech researchers…you name it, Saeger’s computer geeks could build it. And they’d build it first and build it better.
Creek scowled at the men he had previously considered his friends. Tonight, however, they were the enemy. “Don’t you guys have something better to do?” he grumbled.
“Better than watch you crash and burn?” Tucker asked. “Not a thing.” Saeger and Knox both nodded