Page 13 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
“Are you going to tell me your sad story now?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
I said nothing. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my family right now.
“What is it? A heartbreak? Daddy doesn’t love you?”
My grip on the beer bottle tightened, my knuckles turned white…but I didn’t answer her question. She didn’t need to know.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. In fact, I’d rather not know.”
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here.”
“Would you believe me if I said I came looking for you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
For a moment I believed her. Did she know who I was?
Was this a plan? Some kind of game I wasn’t part of?
But then she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach like she’d just seen something hilarious.
“You should’ve seen your face!” she exclaimed. Then she gestured at the bartender to get her a repeat of the whiskey, pointing at my beer.
This chick was ready to give me a run for my money. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep up.
“Don’t worry, we can keep this whole thing completely anonymous. You don’t have to tell me anything about you,” she continued before the drinks arrived.
“What thing? We’re doing a thing?”
Amelia shrugged.
“We’re talking, aren’t we?” Then she drew closer to me so I felt her hot breath on my chin. She was much shorter than me. Small enough for me to throw over my shoulder and carry her out of this place in the blink of an eye.
“And I’m hoping we could do more than just talk.”
She came onto me, which was a surprise. All this time, I wasn’t even sure if she wanted the same thing I did.
Our drinks arrived and I grabbed my beer. I didn’t want to stop drinking, just like I didn’t want to stop looking at this unbelievable girl.
“I’m just hoping I make it through the night in one piece,” I replied.
Her dress had ridden high up on her legs, revealing slender pale thighs. With the black dress, she wore heavy duty black boots. She swung her foot gently, sitting beside me with her legs crossed.
“Do you share an unhealthy relationship with alcohol?” Amelia asked me as we ordered another round of drinks.
“I share some kind of relationship with it, yeah. I don’t know yet if it’s unhealthy or not.”
“I don’t drink much.”
“That’s not what it looks like to me,” I said as she took a few more sips of her whiskey.
“I guess it always surprises people when they see I can hold my drink. That I’m not the lightweight I appear to be.”
“And you seem to take a lot of pride in that,” I said.
Amelia shrugged her tiny shoulders.
“I like proving people wrong, I guess.”
“You think you’re going to prove me wrong?” I asked.
It was a little strange that we were sitting so close but still not touching each other. But we weren’t. Maybe I just wanted to make this feeling last—of wanting her so much, it’d physically hurt. My cock throbbed hard in my pants the whole time we talked.
“Depends on what you think of me,” she replied.
“I think you’re a sweet girl in real life, the innocent girl next door. And by night, you put on this dress and these boots and come to places like this to prove yourself wrong.”
“So you think I lead a double life?”
“Do you?” I finished that beer too. I wasn’t keeping count of how many drinks I had, but there were many.
I felt them at the back of my head now and it felt good. A dull throb, my vision blurry from time to time. Her voice was like music to my ears.
“No, there’s nothing double about me. What you see is what you get,” she replied, chewing on her bottom lip.
“And what if I want to take home what I see?” I wasn’t sure if I’d slurred my words.
Amelia searched my eyes, almost like she couldn’t believe what I asked. Was it that hard to believe I wanted to take her back to my place? No fuckin’ way. I wanted her from the moment I saw her from the other side of the room and she definitely knew it. Hell, everyone in the bar would’ve known it.
“What’s the return policy?” she asked, still smirking mischievously.
“Return safely as long as there’s no damage done.”
“And how do I know you won’t damage me?”
I held up my hands in front of her face.
“Look at these hands, do they look like they’ve ever done any damage?”
She held up her hands too, which were almost half the size of mine. She gently caressed my fingers and that touch almost blew me off the ground. It was the touch I’d waited for all night.
Amelia looked into my eyes with her lips parted slightly, seductively.
“I think these hands are capable of a lot of damage,” she replied and it didn’t sound like she was kidding about it.
