"I hope so. I've been so lonely these past few months. And," he looked embarrassed. "This may sound pathetic, but it's been so long since I've seen a naked woman. It's why I chose this place for a drink."

"You poor guy. Here," I said, grabbing the bottle of rum. I began pouring him another drink. If anyone needed to get wasted, it was him. "Have one on me."

He smiled warmly. "You're a breath of fresh air, Brandy. I haven't had a woman treat me so nicely in quite a while. Especially one so beautiful."

My cheeks grew warm. It was nice getting a compliment from a good-looking man. Especially one who stared at me with appreciation. Trevor now only looked at me because he had no other choice. Of course, I understood why he was pissed at me. I'd fucked up by cheating on him. As far as I was concerned, however, I deserved a second chance. He was being so damn stubborn.

"You're so sweet," I said straightening up. Wanting to make him feel better, I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder and looked him square in the eye. "Your wife has really fucked up."

"Thanks. I like to think so, too."

Misty and Trevor stepped back to the bar.

"You need anything else?" asked Trevor, setting down two more cases of beer.

"Actually," replied Misty. "I hate to ask this of you, but we're running low on glasses and the busboy called in sick about an hour ago. Since we're so short-staffed, maybe you could help us out by doing some of them?"

Trevor nodded toward me. "Have her do some dishes. She's the one getting paid to work here."

Misty shook her head. "She needs to help me tend the bar."

Before he could protest, the front door opened up and four guys walked in.

"See, we have more customers and Happy Hour should be starting soon. Just help us out and wash a few glasses, please?" asked Misty.

Trevor sighed. "Fine. I'll do some." He grabbed his leather jacket and headed toward the kitchen.

"Thanks, Raptor," Misty hollered.

He raised his thumb and disappeared into the back.

"Raptor, huh?" asked Jake. "Is that his Road name?"

I nodded, surprised that he knew the term. "He's part of the Gold Vipers Motorcycle Club."

"Huh," he replied, staring toward the kitchen.

"You've obviously heard of them," I said, watching as Misty walked over to the table of newcomers.

He nodded. "I'm a lawyer. I've definitely heard of the name."

My eyes widened. Lawyers intrigued me. "You're a lawyer? That's so cool."

Jake smiled in amusement. "I'm a Defense Attorney," he said, handing me his business card. "It's not always as cool as you'd think."

I stared down at it. "I don't know. I think that's so impressive. That you're a lawyer. You must have gone to school for a long time."

"It took a while," he said, removing his suit jacket and placing it on the back of the stool. "But, well worth it."

I slipped his card into my apron and watched as he loosened his tie. Besides being successful and cute, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. In all accounts, he was yummy.

"So, when do you get off of work?" he asked, noticing that I was staring at him.

"In four more hours," I replied, surprised that he was asking. "Why?"

"I was just wondering if you'd be interested in joining me for dinner."

I smiled. "I... I don't know."

"It's just dinner," he said, giving me another dimpled grin. "I suppose you have a boyfriend? A beautiful woman like you usually does."

"I don't, actually," I replied softly.

"That's a relief. I was hoping you'd say that."

"I can't go to dinner with you, though."

"Why?"

I looked back toward the kitchen. As tempting as it was to go out with Jake, I still wanted Trevor back and if he found out about it, that would put even more distance between us.

"I just can't."

Jake looked wounded. "Okay."

"Not that I don't want to," I said, smiling at him. "Believe me, I do. I just... I have some issues in my life that need to be resolved before I can decide to do something like that."

"I understand. Issues are my middle name, right now." He finished his drink and stood up. "I'll be right back. Where is the men's room?"

"It's over there," I said, pointing. "Down that hallway and to the left."

"Thanks."

I watched him go and felt like such a heel. He seemed like a nice guy and could probably use some female companionship. Especially since his wife and brother had screwed him over like that. If that wasn't bad enough, he'd made it pretty clear that he hadn't had sex in a while and it seemed like such a waste. Hell, I hadn't had sex in a while and that was bad enough.

A wicked thought flitted through my head and my sex twitched in excitement.

I bet we could help each other out, I thought, imagining us fucking in one of the back offices or even the alleyway. I pictured his hands all over my body as he impaled me with whatever was hiding under his trousers and I could feel my panties get wet.

"Fuck it," I mumbled, deciding to throw caution to the wind and go for it. I was tired of my vibrator and needed a real man to give me what I needed. Something told me that Jake would definitely give it to me and without any strings attached.

I turned to Misty, who was back at the bar. I touched my temple and winced. "Hey, um, I know you need me but would you mind if I took a quick break? I've got this splitting headache and I think that if I take a couple of pills and just chilled out for a while, I'll feel much better."

"No problem. I can handle it," said Misty, her eyes sympathetic. "Go ahead and get away for a few minutes. The music probably isn't helping your headache."

"No, it's not. Thanks. I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

I walked away from the bar and turned the corner, to stand next to the men's bathroom. When Jake stepped out, he stopped abruptly. "Are you waiting for me?" he asked, pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah, actually I am. I have this problem and I think that you might be able to help me out with it," I said, grabbing his hand.

"A problem?" he answered, looking unsure as she dragged him toward Slammer's office. "What sort of problem?"

I opened the door and pulled him inside. Then I locked it and turned around. "I guess that you could say it's the same one that you're having right now, too."

He looked confused. "You've lost me. What kind of a problem am I having?"

I grabbed him by the belt and pulled him toward me. "You need to get laid. So do I."

His eyes widened at the touch of my hand on his crotch, which was now as hard as a rock.

"That feels nice. We don't have much time," I whispered, unbuckling his pants. I stopped abruptly and looked up at him. "I'm sorry, are you okay with this?"

Jake, who was staring at me in wonder, pulled me into his arms. "That's an understatement," he said, before crushing his lips against mine.

Three minutes later, Jake had me bent over Slammer's desk.

"Do it harder," I demanded, looking at him over my shoulder. "Fuck me harder."

Jake increased his thrusts and I gasped in pleasure as he hit my G-spot. Getting fucked in Slammer's office by a stranger with a big cock, was so exciting that I came within seconds.

"Yes," I growled, clenching my teeth together as he kept going. After a few more thrusts, he gasped in pleasure and pulled out of me, squirting his seed all over my back.

"Fuck," he whispered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Did that just happen?"

"I know, right?" I whispered, turning around to look at him. "I just wish we had more time to go again."

"Yeah, me too. Sorry, I couldn't last. Like I said, it's been a while and you're so damn sexy." He grabbed a couple of tissues from Slammer's desk and began wiping my back off with them. "So, who's Trevor?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling my cheeks turn red.

"You said his name once."

I'd noticed it too but had hoped he'd missed it. "I'm sorry. It's my ex, but, I swear, it was a reflex," I lied. "I knew exactly who was fucking me."

Jake threw the tissues away. "It's okay. I won't hold it against you. I've got my own issues. You certainly helped me forget them for a while, though."

"Glad I could help." The phone inside my apron began to buzz. "Oh, shit," I said, realizing that I still had Trevor's phone. I pulled it out and noticed that Tank had been trying to call him. I needed to get his phone back inside of his jacket before he found that it was missing.

"Everything okay?"

I nodded. "We need to sneak out of here, though. Why don't you go first?"

He kissed me and then quietly slipped out of the office.

I checked Trevor's phone again to see if anyone else had tried calling. It was then that I noticed an outgoing call. One that had occurred within the last few minutes.

I covered my mouth. "Oh, my God."

Apparently, I'd accidently called Adriana during my session with Jake. The call had actually lasted for almost two minutes and I wondered if Adriana had heard anything. If Adriana had she would definitely think that it was Trevor having sex with another woman. It would end their relationship.

Grinning triumphantly, I erased the call, to cover my tracks. Alive with excitement, I snuck out of Slammer's office and went back to the bar, singing to myself.

"You must be feeling better," said Misty, pouring a drink for Jake. "Headache gone?"

I nodded quickly. "Yeah. It's much better. Is Trevor still doing dishes?"

"Raptor? Yeah, I think so," she answered.

"Okay," I replied, walking over to where the glasses were kept behind the bar. "I'll go back and get some. We're really getting low."

"Good idea."

I went to the kitchen and spotted Trevor by the sink, loading the last of the dirty glasses into the large dishwasher. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a black doo rag.

"What's up?" he asked, glancing at me.

"I'm just checking to see if you have some clean ones ready yet."

He nodded toward a crate of glasses. "Those are clean."

"Okay," I said, noticing his jacket, which was slung over a metal chair, a few feet from the sink. "Oh, do we have any more Bloody Mary mix? I should bring some out."

"It's in the cooler," he said, nodding toward a pair of metal doors.

I laughed nervously. "Could you get it for me? I saw a mouse in there last week. It freaked the hell out of me."

"A mouse in the cooler?"

I nodded.

Sighing, Trevor turned off the water and marched over to the cooler. When he was inside, I quickly rushed over to his jacket and slipped the phone back into one of the pockets. As I was moving away, he walked out of the cooler with two bottles of Clamato. "Will this work?"

"Yeah, thanks," I replied, as he handed it to me. "I owe you."

Not answering, Trevor walked back over to the sink and began washing dishes again.

"You okay?" I asked, noticing the way his jaw was set.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "I'm fine. Misty still out there?"

"Yeah, where else would she be?"

His phone began to ring and I jumped.