NFH 02 Perfection (16 page)

She signaled for the cute bartender
and pointed to her mostly empty drink and mouthed the words, "One
more." With a wink the bartender did just that.

"What the hell are you doing here,
Zoe?" Trevor asked, not bothering to turn around on his stool to
acknowledge her in any other way. "I thought you had a date," he
bit out, making Zoe frown.

If she had a date she wouldn't be
stuck hitting a bar, trying to get picked up for sex. Hopefully
really hot sex, but sex nonetheless.

"Well?" he demanded in that bossy tone
of his that usually annoyed her, but for some reason she found it
really cute tonight.

She looked him over and noted the
styled short hair, which if she was to be honest she'd admit that
she liked the way his hair looked after a long day of work when it
was all messy and adorable. His shirt was nice, dark blue and fit
him just right, showing his muscular build off to perfection along
with his dark pants. She sighed happily when she caught a whiff of
his delectable cologne.

The man was simply delicious.
Deliciously cute, she thought, fighting back a giggle as she
finished off her drink and reached for her new one. Had she paid
the bartender? She wasn't sure so she pulled out another ten and
handed it to him as he walked past, earning another one of his cute
winks. Where Trevor was all hotness mixed with a bit of cuteness
the bartender was adorable mixed cuteness.

Wait......

Wasn't cuteness and adorable the same
thing?

It didn't matter, she decided a minute
later when she started sipping her new drink, which in her mind was
even more delicious than the previous......umm, well, it didn't
matter how many previous drinks she'd had, because this one was by
far the yummiest.

"Zoe? What the hell are you doing
here?" Trevor, the hot cutie pie, demanded once again.

"Probably for the same reason that
you're here," she said, taking another sip of her drink and
wondering if she could start drinking screwdrivers for breakfast
since orange juice was a breakfast drink and vodka was made from
grains. It would be her fun, delicious, healthy breakfast drink,
she decided.

"And that is.....," Trevor prompted,
pulling her out of her happy thoughts and back to the task at
hand.

She threw a wink at the bartender that
made the happy drinks and answered, "To have sex."

Chapter
14

Trevor was so busy running an
appreciative eye over his little tenant that he nearly missed what
she said. When her words registered in his mind, he decided that
he'd simply misheard her over all the noise.

"What?" he asked, leaning back
slightly so he could run his eyes over her floral skirt encased
ass. Holy hell, she had a great ass, he thought, taking a sip of
his beer and nearly choking on it when she repeated her
answer.

"I need sex," she said in a
matter-of-fact tone that clearly caught the attention of several
men around them. One murderous look from him had them losing
interest in Zoe real damn fast.

"What the hell are you drinking?" he
asked, already knowing alcohol was to blame for his normally
reasonable tenant's temporary insanity. He stole the drink from her
hand and took a sip.

"Hey! That's my yummy diet drink!" she
cried, trying to grab the drink back from him.

He easily avoided her mad grabs. He
cringed as the taste of hard liquor hit him. Holy shit, whoever
made this didn't know anything about mixing drinks. This drink had
to be more than half filled with vodka. He caught the attention of
the bartender and handed the half empty drink over to
him.

"Hey! That's mine!" Zoe grumbled,
making an attempt to reach for the drink, but the bartender was
already gone. She sighed heavily as she watched the bartender dump
her drink down the sink.

"Is he going to make me another yummy
diet drink?" Zoe asked, sounding so damn hopeful that he couldn't
help but chuckle.

"I don't think so," he said, still
smiling.

She scrunched up her face adorably.
"Damn."

"How many of those drinks have you
had?" he asked, moving his beer away from Zoe with a heavy sigh as
her sneaky little hand tried to steal it.

"I don't know," she said, scrunching
up her face adorably in thought, "I lost count after the third
one."

"And how long have you been here?" he
asked, already having a rough idea.

"About an hour," she said, running her
eyes around the bar and looking slightly distraught. "This is
taking a lot longer than I thought it would," she confessed, making
another half-ass attempt to steal his drink.

"What is?"

"Finding a man to have sex with," she
said with a lazy shrug as if her little announcement was no big
deal.

For a moment he could only stare at
her in wonder. "You really came to a bar to have sex?"

She snorted out a small giggle,
rolling her eyes. "No, silly, I wasn't planning on having sex at
the bar," she said as if he were crazy. A few seconds later her
lips pursed up thoughtfully. "Although I've never had sex in a bar
and that does sound kind of fun," she admitted, shocking the hell
out of him. Not because she thought having sex in a bar was fun, it
was, but the fact that she was speaking to him so
bluntly.

"I couldn't help but overhear your
dilemma," a man sporting a goatee and a wedding band said as he
sauntered up to Zoe. "Maybe I can-"

Trevor leveled a glare on the man that
had him stumbling to a halt and practically running away a second
later.

Something soft brushed against his
shoulder. He looked over in time to see Zoe's little balled up fist
sail through the air and land against his shoulder, although he
barely felt it he figured telling her that would only come as a
challenge to his little tenant.

"Stop doing that!" she hissed, glaring
at him.

"Doing what?" he asked, giving the
platinum blonde that had been flirting with him from across the
room a subtle shake of his head as she started to approach him.
Although she was gorgeous and he normally wouldn't mind losing his
body in a woman like her for a night he couldn't leave Zoe alone.
With her mouth and determination she was going to find herself in a
lot of trouble.

"Coming between me and sex," she
stated with a sigh. "I have a really good plan and if you'd just go
sit over there," she said, leaning closer to him and in the process
pressing her large soft breasts against his arm as she pointed
around him towards an empty seat at the other end of the bar, "I
can get on with it."

He nearly groaned when she pulled her
breasts away from him and demanded that she put them back. They had
been soft and comforting, damn it! Somehow he forced his thoughts
away from her selfish little act of taking them away and focused on
the problem at hand, a drunk Zoe.

"You're really determined to do this,
aren't you?" he asked, noting the way she scanned the crowd almost
desperately.

"Five years, Trevor.
Five
long
years,"
she said with a pout as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get the
bartender's attention. When it became painfully obvious that the
bartender wasn't going to serve her, at least not while Trevor was
there, Zoe gave up and went back to scanning the crowd, which he
had to admit was pretty insulting.

What the hell was wrong with him? he
had to wonder when she didn't spare him a glance. He was a fucking
Bradford for Christ sake's. Bradford men were known for being studs
and this small, normally plain woman, couldn't be bothered with
trying to get him into bed when she was clearly desperate for it
was really fucking insulting.

"Can you imagine going five years
without sex?" Zoe asked, breaking into his thoughts.

He thought it over for a moment. It
had been a long time since he had sex, a year? Year and a half?
That was pretty bad, but five years? He'd sooner starve to death
than go without sex for that long.

Zoe took his grimace as agreement.
"Exactly. Now," she said, straightening up in her seat and giving
her breasts a slight push up to put them on display that made his
mouth go bone dry within seconds, "if you'll excuse me I'm about to
rectify that little problem."

He sighed heavily as she stood up,
wobbled, and took a step towards the crowd. She didn't make it far
before he had his arm around her and was steering her towards the
exit sign, resigning himself to put off his own plans for another
night so he could play nursemaid to his drunk tenant hell bent on
having sex.

"Trevor? Where the hell are you
going?" he heard Hank yell over the loud crowd and music, but he
just ignored the prick.

He still couldn't believe the man
thought he'd be interested in any of those bar bunnies. When he
realized his night was shot and he had to look forward to putting
up with Hank acting like they were best friends and women who
grossed him out hanging all over him he decided to leave and try
another bar, but then he spotted her sitting all by herself,
looking so damn pretty that he swore his heart actually skipped a
beat.

Even across the room he'd been able to
tell that she wasn't wearing any makeup, but he hadn't cared. When
he realized that she was actually making him drool from across the
room he realized that he really needed to haul his ass out of
there, but then he spotted the asshole sauntering up to her and he
knew that he couldn't leave her to fend for herself.

He really was too damn giving, he
thought as he stopped her from pulling away from his side and
steered her back towards the door.

"Oh," Zoe said, stumbling by his side.
"Are we going to find someone to have sex with me
outside?"

Trevor gave her shoulder a patronizing
squeeze. "We sure are."

She sighed contently. "Good. Just make
sure he likes oral sex, because I really miss doing that for a
man," she announced, making him stumble.

***********

This was going to be a long fucking
night, Trevor decided five minutes later after he managed to
somehow convince Zoe that if she wanted to have sex that she had to
get into his truck.

"Hey, you lied!" Zoe gasped as they
pulled out of the parking lot.

"Took you long enough," he mumbled,
wondering when she'd be a good little girl and pass out and put him
out of his misery. All this talk about Zoe having sex and giving
blow jobs was killing him.

"Now I don't feel bad," she said,
crossing her arms stubbornly over chest as she did her best to
glare at him.

"About what?" he asked absently, not
really in the mood for any drunken rambling.

"About lying to you," she said, making
his eyebrows arch.

"You lied to me?" he asked stunned,
not because she lied to him, well he was, but that she had managed
to do it without giving herself away. She was a horrible little
liar after all.

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled, already
starting to lose interest in him and the conversation as she turned
her attention to playing with his radio. He placed his hand over
hers and stopped the already annoying channel surfing.

"What did you lie about?" he asked,
wondering if she would actually admit to something or if this was
just alcohol induced bullshit.

"The book series we're reading. It
doesn't have any sex in them until the last book and even then it's
only really hinted at," she said, surprising the hell out of
him.

"You bitch!" he hissed, but couldn't
help but laugh.

"Yeah, I know. It was really fun to
screw with your head," she admitted in an offhand tone. "I also
lied last week when I said that orange shirt looked good on you
when it really looked stupid. Then last month I lied when I said
the bakery was already closed when I just really didn't feel like
going and I took a long hot bath instead."

"I see....," he murmured, lost in
thought. He'd heard of angry drunks, happy drunks, sad drunks, but
this was the first time he'd ever encountered an honest drunk. It
made him wonder........

"Has it really been five years since
you last had sex?" he asked, deciding to test the
waters.

She sighed heavily. "Yes, at least
five years."

"Were you really going to have sex
with a complete stranger?" he asked, not really believing Zoe would
do something like that.

"In a heartbeat," she said without any
hesitation, further surprising the hell out of him and pissing him
right the hell off.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he
practically bellowed, not even making her flinch in her alcohol
induced mellow state. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is,
Zoe? What could have happened to you?"

She frowned at him as she opened her
small black purse and pulled out a handful of condoms. "But that's
why I brought these," she explained, looking confused. "For
protection," she clarified when he only glared at her.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly,
trying to fight back the urge to ring her neck or spank her ass.
"Zoe, you cannot go around sleeping with strangers. It's
dangerous," he said through a clenched jaw, wondering if she'd
remember any of this later or if he'd have to have this talk again
with her tomorrow when she was sober.