Unbreakable

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“What can I get for you, sugar?” The voluptuous bartender leaned forward, her cleavage bursting from the confines of her black leather vest.

Lynn forced a smile. “I’ll have a beer.”

“One beer coming right up,” the red lips said with a grin.

Lynn murmured appreciatively when the frosty mug pressed against her parched lips. Since they’d been trying to conceive, Lynn had avoided alcohol. “Thanks.” Maybe coming to a bar this late at night wasn’t the smartest idea she’d had lately, but she needed to get out of the house. After trying for a second time to talk to Alexis, who was either sleeping or ignoring her, she’d given up and gone out for a bit of fresh air. Surely, no one would recognize her at this hour. Most of the customers were probably too wasted to realize who she was, she hoped.

“So,” the bartender licked her lips. “What’s a girl like you doing here all alone tonight?”

Considering she was in the middle of the insomniac capital of the world, Lynn was surprised to see how empty the bar was. A couple of men seemed to be playing an intense game of pool at the corner table while some women chatted beside the neon jukebox. Lynn looked up when she realized the bartender was speaking to her. “I needed some air.”

“Is that all you’re looking for?” The bartender pressed against the counter top, her cleavage shifting when she placed her breasts in Lynn’s direct line of vision. “My name is Bri. I get off work in another hour.” Bri whispered low, “I’ve heard you’re like a stick of dynamite in bed. I’d sure love to find out.”

Lynn stiffened. Damn. She wasn’t sure what was worse, the recognition or the fact that Bri was deliberately throwing herself at her. Didn’t people care that she was a married woman now? Lynn nearly snorted—of course not. Marriage vows meant nothing to most people these days. “Look, I’m not interested. I’m married.” She held up her hand, wiggling her fingers to show off the heart shaped diamond that graced her ring finger.

“Married maybe, but not happily or you wouldn’t be here right now.” Bri reached across the bar. Lynn stiffened when soft fingertips rubbed the backside of her wrist. “It’s just s*x. Your wife will never know.”

Lynn shoved Bri’s intrusive fingertips away as her voice rose. “I said I’m not interested. I came to get a drink, that’s all! I love my wife and I would never cheat on her.”

Bri huffed. “Vivian was right about you.” She jerked away, narrowing her eyes when she looked down at Lynn. “I still thought you might enjoy a good time since you were all alone tonight.”

Lynn rolled her eyes, trying hard to fight back the words she desperately wanted to say. The last thing she needed was the tabloids to get wind she’d been in a bar room brawl. “Who the hell is Vivian?”

“Helloooo, Vivian, the redhead with that to-die-for rack. You let her finger your wet p***y a few years back on a flight to New York.” Bri smirked when Lynn sunk back on the bar stool. “Ah, so now you remember. Viv owns this joint. She told me all about your little encounter and how wet you were when she f****d you like a screaming banshee.” Bri’s fingertip slithered along Lynn’s arm, daring to take a dip between her breasts. Her lips curved when she pressed closer. “Does your wife know you let a stranger publicly pleasure you on that plane? You and I could always have a little voyeuristic fun. I’ve always wanted to try a park bench. What do you say, baby? I bet you’re getting wet just thinking of it.”

Lynn gulped. This couldn’t be happening. She shoved the half-full mug of beer across the counter and scrambled to her feet. After frantically searching in her purse, she tossed down a wadded ten-dollar bill. “Keep the change. I’ve had enough of this.”

“Don’t be that way.” Bri grabbed Lynn’s wrist when she started to turn to leave. “Stay awhile. I’ll make it worthwhile. I’m much better in bed than Vivian and my t**s are real.”

“You’re disgusting,” Lynn sneered. “Now let go of me!” Lynn jerked away so fast she nearly hit the floor. Once she’d regained her balance, she hurried towards the entrance. Her high heels clicked and the other patrons of the bar turned to stare when she strutted out the door. She walked a block down the street before leaning against a crosswalk sign, waiting for a yellow cab to come into view. How could she have known that the woman she had a one-night stand with owned a bar in lower Manhattan? If the woman had told her she owned a bar it was a fact she certainly failed to remember. Hell, she couldn’t even recall the woman saying her name was Vivian. The tryst had been a mistake from the moment she allowed the s*x crazed redhead far too much access on the plane.

At the time, she and Alexis were not even dating so it wasn’t as if she’d cheated. Still, she felt guilty despite that detail. Now that she thought back on the situation, the careless act made her feel physically ill. She’d only had s*x with the woman because she was feeling sexually frustrated. Alexis was so fickle when they first met. All she’d done was push Lynn away or send mixed signals, driving Lynn’s libido to its breaking point. She whimpered, once again asking herself why she’d ventured out tonight. All that bright idea had done was bring on even more stress.

Lynn glanced over her shoulder when she heard heavy footsteps nearing. A burly figure stalked towards her with hands in both pockets, and a hoodie pulled low. Lynn shivered when she saw the veiny hand rise; a silver glint flickered beneath the glow of the street lamps.

A yellow cab swerved onto the street. Thankfully, the vacant sign was lit on the roof. Lynn hurried to the corner and frantically waved her arm. She sighed in relief when the driver slowed. She clamored to climb inside the backseat, slamming the door just as the man stepped up to the pole where she’d been standing. Lynn gasped when the hoodie slipped, allowing her to see the contour of his face. It was the man from Toys ’R’ Us.

“Where to, Ms.?” the taxi driver asked, oblivious to Lynn’s obvious distress.

Lynn opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat. A sneer curved onto the man’s lips when he revealed the silver knife he clutched. “Central Park West,” she whispered. She stiffened when she stared out the foggy window as the taxi driver pulled away from the curb. Lynn closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, and wished she was back at her apartment.