Whispering Wishes (30 page)

T
onight’s shift has
been incredibly painful, not in the literal sense, but rather because this night is dragging. I keep busy pouring drinks with a smile plastered to my face, but it’s fake. My mind is completely consumed with thoughts of
her
.

Immediately, I think about the brief look I got the night before of her gorgeous skin. A wicked smile curves my lips because I wish my timing had been better. I enjoyed the look of her in a towel, but man what I wouldn’t give to have walked in and found her naked. I lick my lips automatically at the thought. It took all I had to turn around and be a gentleman because what I really wanted to do was to rip the towel from her body. I wanted to feast my eyes upon what I fucking know is a glorious body.

I run my hands over my head and face in frustration. I don’t know how to get her to stop thinking of me like a brother. It’s making me crazy. Other than attacking her with my lips, I don’t know how else to make it obvious I’m interested. I’ve wanted to give her time to get to know me. Time to get used to the idea of living with me. But this… this is killing me. When she called me her big brother last night, I almost lost it and grabbed her hand to put on my cock so she could feel my want and need for her. I wonder if she would have thought of me as her brother then? My thoughts of her are anything but brotherly. If she only knew that most of the time I’m around her I’m picturing her naked and quivering with need before me. I’m constantly in a state of semi hardness around her. This is becoming painful in more ways than one.

I thought she and I made a real connection last night. I shake my head at myself. I sound like a fucking chick. But hell, I loved just sitting with her and talking. It isn’t just her body that I want, it’s her mind and beautiful soul too. She’s amazing. I want her to laugh and smile for me, and me alone. I’ve never felt this way before and the fact that she has a blind date tonight is fucking killing me. I keep glancing at the door, expecting to see her there – I just know this will be the place she meets up with the lucky bastard she’s going on a blind date with. My grip tightens on the towel I’m using to wipe down the bar at the thought.

My eyes sweep the door again, and my breath catches as I move them back realizing I looked right past her. When they swing back, I lose my breath. She’s standing in the doorway next to the hostess and she’s looking around the room, uncertainty apparent on her features. She’s wearing a black dress that hugs her body in all the right places. My eyes devour her and take in the tease of her breasts, making my mouth water with need. When she steps forward, a slit in her dress reveals skin that makes my fingers tingle with the desire to touch her. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m moving towards her. Her eyes connect with mine and a soft groan slides up my throat. She smiles at me, oblivious to my desire for her, and gestures to herself wanting to know what I think. What do I think? I think that I don’t give a shit that we are smack in the middle of this bar - I want her. Now. This is it. I’m walking up and claiming what I want. I’ll just take her face in my hands, then wrap my- my thoughts are interrupted when I hear, “Aspen! Over here!”

Aspen turns to the woman calling her name, and while I don’t want to, I frustratingly remove my eyes from her to see who has taken her attention from me. A man is standing next to the woman that obviously knows Aspen, and I growl when I see the way he’s looking at her. He walks towards her and she him, and when she places her arm in his, I feel anger run over my body.

I see Allison start making her way over to the table Aspen is seated to serve them and I cut her off. “I’m going to take over that table,” I tell her pointing at it.

“But, I’ve already taken their wine order and have a tab started.”

“I know, but I know them and want to handle it. I will still give you any tip they leave though, okay? I know it’s in your section.”

“Okay fine, whatever you want.”

Before I can even think about what I’m doing twice, I walk over to the table, my eyes on Aspen the whole time. She’s startled when she sees me standing there, and I know I’m frowning at her but I can’t stop it. I don’t like this. Not at all.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“Oh, there was another girl that was already helping us,” Aspen’s friend explains. “We gave her our drink orders already.”

“I’m going to be helping you now. I’ll be sure you get those drinks. Aspen, what would you like?”

She hesitates for a moment, looking at her friend before answering me. “I’d like a glass of Riesling please, Wes. Thank you,” she says softly.

I nod my head briefly and go to the bar to pour all of their drinks. If only I had some laxatives or some shit I could put in the drink that belongs to her date - I could end that date super fucking fast. I smile evilly at the thought. I keep an eye on her while I pour. She’s talking with tall, dark and dick head and she’s smiling. I hate it. I’m not ashamed to admit that jealousy is screaming in my mind right now. Walking back to their table I imagine all the ways I could kick his ass.

“Your drinks.”

“Thank you,” Aspen says and looking at me.

I want to ask her to leave. To just walk away and come on a date with me, or better yet, I want to tell her to come home. Wonder how dick head would like hearing we live together – I could have fun with that. I open my mouth to say something – anything, but am interrupted.

“Can we order an appetizer? I’d like to get some bruschetta, does that sound okay to everyone?”

I know I’m glaring at the guy asking, but I don’t give a shit. “Okay, I will put that order in. Can I get you anything else?”

“Not now, thank you.”

I give their order to the kitchen, and then go back to the bar while I wait for it. There’s some hot chicks sitting there trying to strike up conversation. I pacify them with answers but all I can do is watch the table. She keeps touching him. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it. She’s talking and reaches out to touch his arm now and then. It makes me want to rip his arms off. I pour several drinks around the bar, and accept some tips from customers, and even get my third phone number on a napkin for the evening. I casually throw it away.

“Wes,” Jake from the kitchen calls, “order up.”

“Thanks dude,” I grab the food and walk to the table. My stomach falls to the fucking floor when I see that prick touch her. He pushes hair back from her face and brushes her shoulder. I want to break every finger in his fucking hand. This is killing me. I practically throw their plates on the table glaring at Aspen the whole time. How can she not know what this is doing to me? How is she so blind to my feelings?

“Here is your bruschetta,” I grit my teeth and make an effort not to dump the dish on the table in my anger. “Would you like to order anything else?”

“Anyone want anything else?” I don’t even acknowledge the girl speaking, I can’t look away from Aspen, but she’s looking at
him
.

I clear my throat loudly trying to interrupt whatever stupid moment they think they’re having. “Okay, well I will be back to check on you shortly.”

Each and every time I go back to their table to see if they need anything, or to refill their drinks, I’m ignored. I feel myself getting angrier and angrier. Fine. Two can play this game; I will see how she likes it.

I start paying closer attention to the ladies at the bar. They’ve had a few drinks and their flirting is getting more blatant and aggressive. I smile a little more and act like I’m paying attention, “What are you doing later, handsome?”

The woman asking is pretty, definitely. Blonde hair and big tits. No doubt she could take me for quite a ride, but she pales in comparison to the woman across the room. “I will probably still be pouring drinks here, darlin’.”

I saunter over toward her and the friends she’s with, that I can tell are encouraging her flirting with me. It’s like she’s got her own wing women or something. I allow myself to smile a little wider even though my heart isn’t into it, “What’s your name?”

“Gina, and yours?”

Out of the corner of my eye I see Aspen and her friend get up from the table. I can’t help but stare at her while the girl in front of me continues to flirt not even realizing she no longer holds my attention. I can’t help but egg it on a bit though, let’s see how Aspen likes it. “My name is Wes.”

She reaches out and touches my arm, “Well Wes, do you guys let patrons do body shots at the bar?”

I chuckle, “We aren’t that kind of place.”

“Your Mohawk is super-hot. Can I touch it?”

I nod my head yes while keeping my eyes solely on the girl I really want to touch me. I swear I see pain or resentment flash in her eyes, and she frowns. I feel myself smirk as the alpha male in me stands up and fucking howls. Nice to see some kind of emotion there. The chick in front of me runs her hair over my head and I want to smack her hand away but instead, I act like I’m enjoying it as Aspen looks away.

She heads into the restroom with her friend and I make small talk with the girls in front of me. I don’t want them to leave just yet. I want them to still be here when she walks back out. The ladies in front of me are laughing and carrying on and I’m just giving them courtesy smiles and laughs.

“I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue. Do you want to see?” Is she serious? Like I’ve never heard that before. I just smile and ignore the question.

I see Aspen walk out of the restroom and glance my way. I quickly look to the girl in front of me so if Aspen turns around she doesn’t see that I’m watching her. Yep, acting mature is apparently fucking overrated tonight.

“Do
you have a girlfriend, and if not… do you want one?” The girl in front of me is pressing her breasts against my arms and I act like I’m enjoying it even though my skin is crawling. I grin at her, but don’t answer.

The sweetest voice in the world quickly captures my attention, “Excuse me, Wes?”

I am dying for a freaking nugget of attention from her. I want her to rip the girl away from me, stake her claim and take my lips. I try to keep my emotions hidden and look like I don’t have a care in the world, “Yeah? Did you guys need something else? I’ll be back to your table in a second as soon as Ginger here shows me how she can tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue.”

“Gina,” the blonde corrects making Aspen snort. I almost grin. Almost.

“No worries,” she says, “I will just wait right here, then. But when she’s done, can you let me know what time you get off of work tonight?”

I am instantly on alert, “Not for a couple hours yet, why?” I have a bad feeling about her question and it instantly turns to dread when she flashes me a sexy smile.

“Oh, I was just wondering when I can expect you home.”

I feel my lips start to curve into a smile. Fuck yes. She
is
jealous. Why else would she just announce we live together in front of these girls that are now all staring at her. My smirk quickly vanishes though when her next words make my blood run cold, “I wasn’t sure how long I’ll have the house to myself.”

I open my mouth to answer her, but no sound comes out. She isn’t. No fucking way. She’s going to bring that asshole back to
my
house? She turns on her heel and walks back to her table when I don’t answer her. The girls in front of me keep trying to get my attention but give up when they see I have no interest in them. Finally.

I about die when I see Aspen and Nick stand and get ready to leave. Oh hell no. No fucking way. I need to do something. Anything. I can’t let this happen. Can I?