Jason’s POV
Sometimes, even the most dutiful workaholic needed to unwind, so when I signaled the bartender, I didn't feel like I was doing a bad thing.
I should be home right now for dinner with my daughter and Cara, as I had promised, but I couldn't.
I was so wound tight that if I did go home right now, I might end up doing or saying something I didn't want to say or do.
I was horny as well, and burying myself into work for these last couple of weeks as I have didn't work.
I thought it would help me forget about my f*****g best friend’s brother, but it didn't.
It wasn't this worse when she wasn't living with me, but now…
I shook my head as the bartender finally walked up to me, smiling and batting her eyelashes at me. I could see that she was making an effort for me to notice
