“Well, I was looking for you and didn’t think I’d find you in quite this fashion.” Tristan smirked down at her, all arrogance and alpha male.
Mel frowned at him. “You found me. Now I have to get back to work.” She wasn’t in the mood for him games. Especially not after his whole ‘I’m not a nice guy’ speech.
“Not so fast, Mel.” Tristan grabbed her bicep and pulled her back, the contact and the way he said her name made her shiver with desire.
“Tristan, I don’t have time for this. The bar is swamped and there are only two girls behind the bar. I’m sorry, but I have to go.” Mel tried to wrestle her arm away from him but he wasn’t budging, instead his grip tightened. It didn’t hurt but it wasn’t comfortable either.
“I like this side of Mel Fairbanks; the feisty little bartender.” Tristan laughed, the first genuine laugh Mel ever heard from him and it made her insides melt and the sensitive flesh between her legs throb with want.
Mel sighed, he clearly wasn’t letting go so she probably should find out what he wanted.
“What can I help you with, Tristan Powers?” Mel cocked her hip out and propped her hand on it.
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Tristan raised an eyebrow, all traces of humor gone. Instead his eyes turned the same stormy blue that they had before he kissed her the last time. Mel swallowed hard. What was he going to do?
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Five minutes later Mel was behind the bar again, after cleaning herself up in the bathroom and having a strange conversation with Tristan.
“I cannot believe we just did that,” Mel said, a hand over her face feeling embarrassed.
Tristan stood with her in the same hall he had just had s*x with her, adjusting his pants and shirt and finger combing his jet black hair.