Bad Behavior. Jessa James
not to notice her curves, but there is absolutely no denying that they’re there in that sexy as hell dress of hers. And her eyes look amazing right now, like two perfect emeralds.
Stop, I tell myself. You’re being a creepy old man.
“I feel like you need this,” she says, tilting her head to the side. She sets down the brandy snifters and uncaps the bourbon, pouring a little for her and a lot for me.
I grimace. “Yeah, I probably do.”
I take the glass that she holds out, then clink my glass to hers.
“Cheers,” Emma says. We both take a sip at the same time. I sigh as the liquid fire burns its way down my throat. Emma swallows and makes a face.
“Gross,” she says, shuddering. “How do you drink this stuff?”
I make eye contact with her as I tip my glass back, emptying it in a few swallows. She smirks and shakes her head.
“I assume you’re going to tell me what happened with Jenna?” she asks.
I look at her. I can feel her eyes on me, giving me an appraising once-over. What does she see? A thirty something man that does nothing but bartend and surf? The oldest son of two addicts, who abandoned their kids and left me in charge at fourteen?
There’s nothing good for her to see, that’s for sure.
Much as I’d like to know just what she’s thinking, I resist. Instead, I reach for the bottle of bourbon.
“I’m gonna need way more of this. Then maybe I’ll tell you.” I can’t help the glance that I shoot her, the flirty one. “If you’re good.”
Emma’s cheeks darken prettily. I pour myself some more whiskey, ignoring the voice in the back of my head that’s saying that this is a bad idea.
I hold my glass aloft. “Bottoms up.”
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