The Only b***h For Me
It had been so long since I’d seen her that I’d almost forgotten how bossy she could be. She sauntered up – late, as usual – to where I was standing at the bar. We greeted one another with a hug and a kiss on each cheek. Before I could utter a word she gave me a cursory once over and piped up, “Are you going to buy me a drink then?”
No niceties, not even a “how are you?” You wouldn’t think I’d just returned from a f*****g war zone, would you? Six months in Afghanistan, risking life and limb. Cool as a cucumber, she was. And yet at the same time, she was so hot she’d make Satan sweat.
However, I was used to Cassie and her ways by now. So without missing a beat, I asked what she wanted and gave her order to the barman. Taking the drinks, I followed her and her wiggli
