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“Let’s
celebrate Kevin,” Peyton exclaimed. “We’ll go to the Warehouse; it’s always
dead on Wednesdays.”

“I
have to be in here at seven in the morning while you get to sleep in and
entertain Peyton Paxton.”

You
can entertain Peyton Paxton,
Peyton thought.

“Come
on Kevin, you pansy ass,” Kay begged.

“Oh,
pansy ass uh? I think I had to drive your drunken ass home last month at Pete’s
wedding so I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”

“Peyton
tell him he needs to come and celebrate with us,” Kay pleaded for her help.

“Kevin,”
she began with her head tilted. “How many chances do you think you are going to
get to party with Peyton Paxton?”

Kevin
looked at her and looked at her and looked at her. He couldn’t take his eyes
off of her and the television and magazines that he had seen her in did nothing
for her. She was absolutely gorgeous, and he had never seen such green eye in
his life.

“Kevin,”
Kay called snapping her fingers, and he shook his head.

“Sorry,
I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said, still looking at her. “Fine
I will meet you as seven,” he agreed and got out of the room as fast as he could.

“I
don’t know if I should be around that man Kay,” Peyton explained.

Kay
laughed. “Why Peyton?”

“He
is so freaking sexy it drips off of him.”

Kay
laughed again. “I have never seen anything sexy drip off of Kevin Montgomery,”
she admitted.

“You’re
blind, and what the hell is he wearing? It’s like a trance scent.”

“Hey…
what happens in Utah, stays in Utah,” Kay said putting her hands in the air and
letting her know that she is not saying a word.

“Yeah
right, that guy is terrified of me.”

“Yes
he is… which kind of mystifies me. Kevin has more backbone and strong persona
than anyone I know. I have never seen him be nervous around anyone like he is
with you. It’s kind of fascinating,” Kay responded in awe of Kevin’s attitude.

*****

Peyton
and Kay went to the little bar early because Kay told her how wonderful their
food was and had supper before Kevin arrived. They sat in a corner booth and
had the best burger and fries Peyton said she had ever tasted. A couple of
people did come up to them and ask for autographs and politely left them alone.

“This
just perplexes me,” Peyton said as the young couple took their signed menu and left
them. “I mean it’s like I’m no big deal at all here. I could get used to this.”

“You
can come here anytime you want Peyton. Come on, let’s get a drink, I’m
stuffed.”

“Oh
God, me too,” she replied, following Kay to the bar.

“What
are you drinking?” Kay asked.

“I
don’t know. Are you drinking liquor or beer?” she asked, wondering how drunk
they intended on getting.

“Oh
my God,” Kay exclaimed when she saw Kevin come in. “He dressed for you,” she
teased Peyton when she saw him in jeans that fit him well, bright white
sneakers and a tan, longed sleeve knit shirt that fit tight and had the only
three buttons undone and showed a bit of his chest hair. His light brown hair
was messy, and the cowlick at the top right of his forehead was the cutesiest
thing ever.

“Holly
shit Kay,” Peyton also exclaimed, seeing how hot he looked. “I need to stay
far, far away from that man.” That lasted for about as long as it took him to
get to them and she smelled how delicious he smelled.

“Ladies,”
he nodded.

“Kevin,”
Kay said, looking at him in a peculiar manner, and he gave her a dirty look.

He
waved the bartender over to them and asked them what they were having.

“I
want a mixed drink,” Payton requested, but wasn’t sure if this small bar made
the same drinks as the clubs in LA.

“What
would you like?” the bartender asked, and of course had to ask for a picture
with her too.

Kay
took his phone. Peyton stood on the little stoop and leaned toward the young
bartender, and Kevin almost had to sit down when he saw her shirt pull up,
showing her midsection as she leaned over the bar.

Kevin
got a bottle of beer and waited for Peyton to decide what she was having.

“Do
you know how to make a screaming orgasm?” she asked, and Kevin almost spit his
beer out.

“No
but I’m happy to make it for you if you can tell me what’s in it,” the
bartender offered.

“I
know it is vodka, Bailey’s Irish Cream and Kula Coffee, but I’m not sure how
much,” she explained.

“We
will try it until we get it right,” he said, smiling at her, happy to do
anything for Peyton Paxton.

“I
need a screaming orgasm too,” Kay decided, and Peyton laughed.

“Oh
lord Kay, don’t say stuff like that around me,” Kevin groaned with a frown. “I
have to work with you every day.”

His
first try wasn’t bad, and they drank the drinks, but Peyton told him, she
thought it needed more of the Irish Cream and less of the Kula Coffee. By the
third drink,  he had it perfect. and she and Kay both were starting to feel it.

They
sat a table close to the pool table and had a blast laughing and talking. The
bar did get a little more crowed but not too bad, and nobody seemed to bother
them except for the occasional autograph or picture request. Peyton was
extremely nice to all of them and didn’t mind a bit. She was used to a lot more
crazy fans than that, and it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Kevin
had even loosened up after a couple of beers and his nerves had calmed down
around Peyton.

Once
when Peyton got up to go to the bathroom Kay drilled him.

“Kevin
she is way out of your league,” she demanded.

“Yes,
I know this Kay. I don’t need you to tell me that, but my God, she is stunning,
and I would be more than happy to give her a screaming orgasm,” he said, which
sent Kay into a laughing frenzy.

“Go
to hell Kay,” he said, and she laughed harder.

“I’m
sorry Kevin. I just can’t picture you that way without laughing,” and she shut
up when Peyton rejoined them, and her phone rang.

She
looked down to see that it was her friend Ken and knew that he must be in town,
which was the only time he ever called. She hesitated on whether or not to
answer it, knowing that he couldn’t stay at her house.

“Hey,”
she finally answered, holding her finger over her other ear to hear him from
the loud country music playing.

“Where
are you?” he asked, also hearing the loud music.

“At
the Warehouse.”

“Are
you going home soon?” he asked.

“Probably
not, I’m here with my friend Peyton and Kevin. Where are you?”

“Just
pulling into town, but I’m only passing through, I have to be back on the road
by seven in the morning.”

“Oh,”
Kay replied, not really knowing what to say. She knew he was fishing for an
invitation to stay with her, but she wasn’t biting.

Peyton
took Kay’s phone right out of her hand after Kevin told her who it was.

“Is
this Ken?” she asked, laughing.

“Yeah,
who’s this?”

“This
is Kay’s friend Peyton, and you should come to the Warehouse, and have a
screaming orgasm with us.”

Kay
took the phone back, “You’re not getting any more screaming orgasms,” she
demanded, and Peyton laughed.

“What
the hell was that all about?” Ken asked.

“That
was about my drunken friend, but you can come over and have a drink if you
want.”

“What
is she talking about screaming orgasms?”

“It’s
a drink, and she has the whole bar drinking them, and I would say she started
something that will leave her mark for a very long time.”

“I’m
not sure I’m in the mood for drinking. I was kind of hoping to make you have a
screaming orgasm.”

“Well
that can’t happen tonight. Peyton is staying with me,” she explained, but
wished he could take care of her womanly need before he left.

“You’re
going to make me get a hotel?” He asked.

“Probably,”
she answered, not wanting to decide right at that moment. “Are you coming or
not?”

“Yes,
I will be there in a little bit,” he answered reluctantly.

“Come
on Peyton, shoot a game of pool with me,” Kevin requested.

“I
don’t know how,” she admitted.

“You
don’t know how to shoot pool?” he asked, not believing her.

“No,
I mean, I know you use the stick thingy and knock the balls in the holes.”

“Then
you know how to play,” Kevin replied amusingly.

He
racked the balls and told her, she could break, explaining what to do.

She
hit the white ball with the pool stick and barely loosened the tight balls.

“That
sucked,” Kay told her, watching them play.

Kevin
broke up the balls on his shot and knocked in two solid balls. “You have
stripes,” he explained.

“Shoot
that oddball right there,” Kay told her giving her pointers.

“I
have oddballs?” she asked, and Kevin shook his head at her.

“You
have the striped ones.”

“I
like having the oddballs,” she joked.

“But
it’s not going to come out like that. Not all of the odd numbers are stripes.”

Kay
left them to go to the bathroom and then walked to the bar with Ken, where the
bartender asked him if he would like to try Peyton Paxton’s screaming orgasm,
and of course he did.

He
turned to look at the famous Peyton Paxton and couldn’t believe it. She really
was there and shooting pool with Kevin Montgomery.

Peyton
lined up her shot, and Kevin stopped her. “Can I help you?” he asked, and she
said sure. He stood behind her and helped her line the white ball up with the
best pocket.

Peyton
closed her eyes at his touch and his smell. “You probably shouldn’t do that,”
she admitted in a quiet voice, turning to look at him.

“Do
I make you nervous?” he asked, mimicking her tone.

“I
don’t know if I would say nervous,” she replied. “Are you helping me or not?”
she asked.

He
moved a little closer and forced her to bend over the table more. He lined the
shot up for her and told her where to hit it on the white ball and then backed
away, letting his hand rub across her hip as he did. Peyton’s breathing was
erratic, and she could have been a pro and not have been able to make the shot
after that.

Ken
and Kay joined them, and Peyton was glad. Ken shook her hand with a big smile
and then shook Kevin’s hand.

“Let’s
shoot partners now,” Kay suggested.

“You
and Ken and Payton and me?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah,
works for me,” Kay answered.

“But
my partner sucks at this,” he joked, and Peyton backhanded him in the chest.

Kevin
racked the balls and Kay broke, sending the balls scattering.

“Nice,”
Ken bragged.

“You
guys have the high ones Peyton,” Kay explained.

“What
the hell does that mean? Is that the oddballs or the solid ones?”

“It
means we have nine through fifteen or the striped ones,” Kevin explained.

Peyton
caught herself staring across the table at Kevin several times as they waited
for their opponents to shoot, and every time she looked at him, he was looking
back with eyes that sent an electrical sensation through her entire body.

Peyton
and Kevin won, and it was by no help from Peyton. She only got one ball in, and
it wasn’t even theirs, but she had fun playing. They went back to the table
when other people came to claim their quarters on the table. Peyton watched Ken
take Kay’s hand before she had a chance to sit, and pulled her to the small
dance floor with only three other couples slow dancing.

“Do
you want to dance?” Kevin asked Peyton.

“I
can’t dance with you Kevin,” she told him honestly, and he smiled a warm smile.

“Why?”

“Because,
I can’t be that close to you.”

“Why?”
he asked again, and she snickered.

“I
think we both know why?” she answered, and bent down to adjust the tongue on
her shoe and then kept her elbows on her knees.

“Do
you really think that I’m that naive?” he asked.

“What
are you talking about?” she answered his question with a question.

“You
making me stare at your breast.”

“I’m
making you?” she asked, and sat up crossing one leg over the other in a
flirtatious manner.

“Are
you going to sit there and tell me that you didn’t just bend over with that
specific goal in mind?”

“No,
I’m not going to tell you that,” she replied, admitting her conspiracy.

“Dance
with me,” he demanded but waited for a response.

“Kevin
I have to be very careful what I do. If I dance with you, you could very well
end up in the tabloids tomorrow.”

“So…
I’m single and over twenty one. Are you?”

“Am
I over twenty one or single?” she asked, the obtuse question.

“I
know you are over twenty one, I have been watching you in movies for at least
that long.”

Peyton
smiled, “I’m over twenty one and single.”

“Then
who cares if someone sees you dancing with a man?”

Peyton
was saved when Kay and Ken returned to the table. Peyton conspicuously nodded
toward the bathroom, and Kay followed.

“Oh
my God Kay, do not let me leave with that man.”

“Why,
are you thinking about it?” she asked surprised.

Peyton
grunted. “I have been thinking about since he walked into your office this
morning.”

Kay
laughed at her. “Do you really want me to stop you or are you just saying
that?”

“No,
I really want you to stop me. I don’t even know that man.”

“He’s
a good man.”

“Shut
the hell up Kay, you’re not helping.”

“Sorry,”
she laughed.

“Not
to mention, I’m pretty drunk.”