The Bartender (Modern Love #1)
Was the one night stand a smart thought?
All things considered, no. Likely not all things considered.
With all due respect I had quite recently moved once again into my grandparent’s home, I’d lost my fantasy work, and a person on Tinder had stood me up. It resembled life had abruptly stamped “Failure” on my temple.
So when the person behind the bar began giving me THE look… you know, the one that guaranteed I’d be shouting his name into the small hours of the morning? At the point when that person likewise has the ideal measure of scruff on his etched jaw, biceps protruding out of his shirt, and a presumptuous smile you knew he’d earned in the sack… when he gives you that look, you don’t try to make sense of what your six degrees of partition are. You bounce on that stallion and ride it!
Play on words completely and totally proposed. What’s more, precise incidentally.
I completely confess to feeling frustrated about myself and acting indiscreetly, however when I’d made sense of WHO the barkeep was, I was at that point succumbing to him.