Page 3 of Bourbon Sins
“I’ll take a Guinness,” came the voice on the right side. It was deep with a bit of a rasp. Just from the rasp alone that caressed his voice, I could tell he was packing a good-sized dick. I’ve come to be an expert at this.
“Alright, and you sir?” I asked, looking to the left of the booth.
“Bourbon, no ice. Your most expensive.”
That voice. It caressed my skin, sending a warm vibration through my veins.
My heart sputtered. My chest constricted. My breathing became a little erattic.
It was just a man’s voice, but . . . it was the smooth sound of a southern gentleman that made me feel weak in the damn knees. It was as if the velvety timbre rolling off his tongue injected itself into my veins and turned everything warm.
“Sounds good,” I responded weakly, my throat all of a sudden feeling incredibly dry. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
I was just turning around when the voice dripping with sweet molasses spoke up. “Were those men bothering you?”
I turned around and looked into the abyss of the booth, trying to catch a glimpse of the man with the gorgeous voice, but no such luck.Too damn dark.
“Nothing I haven’t come across before, but thanks for your concern.”
Not wanting to hear a response, afraid of my need to see who he was, I turned on my heels and went back to the bar to fulfill their order.
I leaned over the bar and got Carlos’ attention. “Hey handsome, did you see those two men walk into the bar?” I asked, nodding toward the blackout booth I’d just visited.
“No, I didn’t. Marv just informed me they sat down. Why? Are they giving you trouble?”
“No. Just curious.”
I told Carlos their order and watched him pull down our top-shelf bourbon and place a generous amount in a small glass for the dark and mysterious man in the corner, with a voice that had melted my panties right off.
“You’re never curious about our customers, so why the interest?”
Blowing out an exasperated breath because I knew Carlos wouldn’t let my curiosity go, I said, “When he spoke to me, I think I climaxed on the spot. The man has a voice that will make your thing-a-ding grow to epic proportions.” Plus, he sounded comforting, like a protector. He intrigued me.
Carlos looked over my shoulder and tried to eye the mystery man. “Really? Well, now I’m interested. Maybe I should take them their drinks.”
Carlos started to move out from behind the bar, but I pushed him back. “Don’t even think about it! These men are mine.”
He laughs, mirth in his eyes. “Just as well…I bet you they have warts all over their faces.”
“You’re probably right,” I agreed.
I grabbed the drinks, placed them on my tray, and walked back to the blackout booth, while avoiding ass grabs by multiple men. I should be in some sort of waitressing Olympics, with the maneuvers I had to do in three-inch heels.
“Here you go, boys,” I said, as I placed the drinks down on their table. I tucked the tray under my arm and waited for a response. Normally I wouldn’t hang around after I delivered drinks, but . . . eh, my feet weren’t moving.
“Thank you,” was all they responded.
I don’t know why, but I was kind of expecting them to strike up a conversation with me, maybe about my outfit like other men did, or how plentiful my ass was, or possibly a compliment about my boobs…but nothing.
I was dismissed.
That was a bit of a disappointment. The first time I wanted to actually talk to a customer and he wanted nothing to do with me.
Chapter Two
“Take It Off”
JETT
