I didn’t need her attention. I was perfectly content drinking my scotch and watching her work, her t**s unbelievable in that top and her ass ready for a bite in that skirt. Sometimes she would pass and give me the eye.
A woman took a seat at the bar beside me, an attractive blonde in a little cocktail dress. “Whatcha drinking?”
It took me a second to realize she was talking to me. “Scotch.”
“I like a man who enjoys a stiff drink.”
I ignored her and turned back to Fleur, her back to me as she grabbed new bottles from the cabinet.
“I’m Denise—”
“I’ve got a woman.” My eyes followed Fleur as I brought the glass to my lips and took a drink, the scotch already halfway gone.
The blonde continued to sit there like she’d never been rejected in her life and didn’t know what to do.
Fleur wal
