Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“What can I get you?” Savannah asks, and I watch Beau take a big swallow when she leans forward and you see the lace bra she’s wearing under her tank top.
“I’ll have a beer,” I say, and Beau just nods. “That was cool,” I say, “real cool.”
“Shut up.” Beau comes back with, and I lean on the bar and turn to look out. I scan the room, but my eyes go directly to Kallie again. She takes the shot one of the men hands her, tossing it back and then slamming the shot glass on the table. The guys high-five her while Casey looks around at his boys, and then his eyes find mine. He just nods his head, letting me know he’s watching, too.
I grab the bottle of beer at the same time she grabs another shot and drink it while the song changes and the guitar comes on. Kallie jumps out of her chair and grabs Olivia’s hand, leading her to the dance floor. Casey follows them along with the guys who cheer when Kallie stands in the front and looks over at Olivia. Her smile on her face is everything. Her whole face lights up, and I have to say it’s the first time I’ve seen her actually smile in eight years. She kicks her foot forward, and Olivia mimics her, and then she rotates her hips right and left, and my cock suddenly springs to action like he has missed his long-lost best friend.
Kallie puts her right hand on her hip while the other hand goes up, and she swings her hips again. Her hair goes back and forth while she dances. She turns to the other side, both hands on her hips, while she two-steps side to side. She throws her head back and laughs when she turns to the other side and comes face-to-face with Olivia, who is trying her best to keep up. They take three steps forward, and she slaps her hip and her tits just bounce, and I can hardly stand it. One of the guys Casey knows steps up next to her. Olivia gives up and moves to stand next to Casey, who puts his arms around her shoulders. I look back and see the guys laughing with Kallie while she dances.
The whole dance floor moves in sync as she stands in the middle and takes it over. Guys who don’t know her and are not from this town step up and watch. She finishes one dance and then goes into another, and when the third song comes on, she walks off the dance floor, clapping her hands. She makes her way back to their table and grabs a bottle of beer sitting on it. I shake my head. Anyone could have put something in it. Anyone could have switched it, and she would know nothing.
She drinks the bottle in one go and then hands it to Casey, and he nods his head and makes his way back to the bar. “I’ll get three more and a round of shots.” Savannah nods at him and then he looks at me. “What?”
“She just drank that beer that was sitting on the table this whole time, and you didn’t even stop her,” I say, shaking my head. “Someone could have switched it, and you wouldn’t even know it until she hit the floor.”
“I had eyes on it the whole time.” He then leans in. “She’s my sister after all.”
“Yeah, except your back was to the table for three minutes,” I point out, “while you watched your woman dance.” The music changes, and I look over at Kallie and see a guy walk up to her and ask her to dance. Savannah hands Casey his beer and then tells him the waitress will bring the shots to him. He nods at her and turns to walk back to the table and stops when he spots Kallie walking to the dance floor. He looks over at me, and I’m standing now. Beau must sense it next to me when he gets up, and I walk to the side of the dance floor.
The guy who I’ve never seen before must tell her his name, and I want to close down the fucking bar. They hold hands, and he twirls her while other men hoot from the side. The dance lasts longer than I like, and when the song is over, she smiles at him and walks back to the table. I see Casey say something to her, and she just shakes her head. The guy, on the other hand, walks off the dance floor, and his friends are there to high-five him. “What the fuck? Is this high school?”
“It’s called getting the hot girl to two-step,” Beau says. “They are here every Friday and Saturday.” He motions to the group of guys on the side. “Usually leaving with a different girl each time.”