Chapter 5

I turned the mug over, the beer soothed my throat and I dropped my body onto the counter.

"And you should be wearing your lenses today, I'm no good as a pass time. Besides, I'm not going to change my body to fit in, I don't have time to become a standard and be accepted by the fragile masculinity of today's men. Do you know how many notes I can keep in my bra? Or in the folds of my belly button?"

I wasn't fat, but I also wasn't a model like Jess, whose pants looked great around her slim waist. But for my height, I had too much flesh.

Mike laughed out loud and turned the stool to face me, I took another drink and squeezed my eyes shut to pretend I was well enough to pay attention to what he was saying.

"And that's exactly what gets my attention, you know I'm not going to give up, don't you?"

"You should." This time I stole his shot and turned it around quickly. "You should go after Mackenzie, she loves your hair."

Mike had long hair and a loose bun on his head so as not to detract from his professional "look", which I was still trying to figure out where it was to this day. And Mackenzie was the girl from the night shift who was crazy about him. She was a brunette with long, straight black hair, and this jerk would chase after me whenever he could, even though he knew my hips could break him in the blink of an eye.

"Stop it, damn it." This time he was quicker and flipped the shot before I stole it. "Could you at least think about the possibility?"

"I'll think about it if I can."

"That's a start."

I turned my head and stared at him with difficulty, my vision starting to be affected sooner than I thought.

"Shit, I need a job to pay for all this fucking alcohol. Give me your contacts Mike, let me be happy earning more."

He laughed and turned his stool to the rest of the bar, by now everyone was drunk and almost eating each other on the tables.

I couldn't judge, my life wasn't a bed of roses, but I knew my limits.

"Believe me, if I had it, I'd pass. The problem is that there's no miracle, it's much worse out there. I've tried."

I sighed and laid my head on the counter, I needed some alternative work.

"Another beer for the upset redhead." I raised my head and gave up trying to see that man's face perfectly, the dizziness and darkness of the bar had taken away my perfect gift of sight.

"She's already accompanied, man."

I exhaled, Mike was nice, but drunk he became possessive and protective and I was a grown woman. Besides, I'd never stayed with him so he could have that kind of confidence.

"I'll take it, thanks."

Mike snorted and I laughed, if he carried on with this shit, I wouldn't even think about the possibility.

"Don't worry, I won't steal your company unless it wants to be stolen."

I laughed, it had to be a joke. Mike should have bought the guy a round just so he could be the savior of the fatherland, I hated the appeal and the excessive attention I'd been getting over the last few days, it was more than I was used to.

"Maybe I want to." Mike would taste his poison, Rohypnol was for wimps.

My vision was so blurred that his face was incomprehensible, but the fresh scent of his perfume activated my interest and I wouldn't miss the opportunity to make Mike stop this damn freshness.

Not even my mother had this annoying habit.

"Her bill." He asked. Wow, this time it had been a great investment.

"Come on, Sarah!" I shrugged and jumped off the stool. "You're not going to leave me here alone, are you?"

"Thanks for today, Mike." I thanked him for being so kind as to spend so much on me.

I was drunk and honestly, it had been a long time since I'd felt free to do anything stupid. My life had been crazy since I started graduate school and I couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.

I accepted the man's outstretched hand and we headed out of the bar. I could have been killed for doing something stupid like that, but let he who has never risked it cast the first stone.

"Are you sure you're going to leave your boyfriend like this?" His voice was soft and I liked the concern as he indicated the car that was parked across the street.

"First of all, he's not my boyfriend and I wouldn't miss the chance to make him pay."

The guy laughed and I felt my hair stand on end with anticipation.

"Very good, miss. Where would you like to go?" I didn't pay much attention to my lack of clear vision, after all, he could be worse than the gentleman in the apartment next to mine.

I smiled my thanks when he opened the car door for me and waited for him to settle into the driver's seat.

"Why can't we stay here?"

Decency be damned.

My mother would have hated to know that I was sitting on a stranger's lap in a car, but I didn't regret accepting the offer.

I didn't ask his name and I didn't even care, the little game Mike had played was falling apart and I loved the eager, thirsty hands all over my body. Maybe even this guy got carried away by the heat of the moment.

We jumped into the back seat without caring if the police would come by at some point during the night, if it got any hotter than that, I wouldn't mind being arrested either.

The car started to get stuffy and the dizziness made me forget to be cautious, I ripped off the tank top that now seemed to be squeezing my body too much and I heard him sigh. Of course, I didn't mind having a stranger's lips exploring the delicate skin of my breasts and I even pulled my hair to give him even more access.

"Are you sure about this?"

How could I not be? I was already aroused and I could feel him hard underneath me. Damn, I wanted it.

I rubbed against him, I wanted more of this sensation that I hadn't felt in a while. He groaned, squeezing my waist and pushing me against his erection.

"I do." He smiled and I surrendered to the hot, expectant tongue that invaded my mouth again.

And damn, he made me want it even more.

I'm not in the habit of letting go of my decency like this, but I'd had a shitty day and there was nothing that could take the stress out of me like good, no-strings-attached sex with a random stranger.

"I don't want you to..." I shut him up, I didn't want to think about what might happen next, I didn't want to lose the hard-on that was radiating from my insides and taking over my whole body. So I pressed my hips even harder against him and ripped off my bra. "Forget it..."

My jeans were unbuttoned and I stood up so that he could remove them from me, my pants were thrown onto the floor of the car along with my shoes and panties. I was in a hurry and he seemed to feel the same need as me, so I pulled down the zipper of his pants and got into position before thinking better of the stupid thing I was about to do.

Without protection, without guilt, I let my body slowly swallow him up until nothing more could be done about it. By God, I was filled.

I moaned without shame, without fear of being silenced or caught giving it to a stranger in a car in the bar parking lot, a daughter's pride,

"Yummy." My hair stood on end at the huskiness of his voice and I ignored my treacherous mind, thinking about him now would be ridiculous and I doubted he'd waste his precious time inside a bar. "Better than I fucking imagined, much better."

I increased the rhythm of my hips, I wanted to orgasm and I didn't care about the guy underneath me. But I surrendered when he grabbed one of my breasts and sucked on the nipple without hesitating to hurt it. I loved the feeling of helplessness against desire, I loved it when we couldn't contain all the horniness that was boiling up ready to consume the other.

The delicious smell of his perfume, the alcohol, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, his cock moving in and out of me, searching for and finding that sensitive spot. I was going to orgasm quickly and I was loving it.

"I'm almost..." I moaned, resting my face on his shoulder and feeling my channel tighten as it was about to explode.

He laughed followed by a hoarse groan and I gasped at the sound, how could it be so good? Then I let myself go and he groaned as I reached my peak, my body shook violently and I collapsed on top of him.

I woke up to my phone beeping and it was only a moment before I threw it against the wall. My head hurt so much that I might not be able to open my eyes for a few hours.

But what could I do? Mike had grounded me the night before and I couldn't go to work, so getting up early wasn't something I needed to do today.

But I opened my eyes quickly when a little light went on in my head, Mike had grounded me from the hospital and...

Oh, shit.