Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Matt

"Are you sure this is where Rie works?"

I cast a skeptical glance at the door to the shabby bar and push it open. The unexpectedly large number of people surprise me. Pretty unsightly place. For the middle class, not above. What am I doing here? I wondered a couple of times myself, while driving here with the guys.

Rie left at lunchtime. It was ten o'clock, and she was still not at home. I got bored.

I didn't think it was possible for a girl to pique my interest to such an extent.

I wanted to stop by after the party was over last night, but the savage had decided to spend the night at her sister's. They stayed up late whispering and then fell asleep on the same bed. I stood there for five minutes, looking at the dark hair spread across one of the pillows. Lana is so drawn to her. For once she'd chosen a normal person to be her friend.

With someone like Reenah, I'm not even afraid to let her outside at night. Reenah is the kind of person who will take a heel to the eye and not think twice about it.

My lips stretch into a contented grin at the sight of the familiar miniature figure twirling behind the bar.

"Reenah, hi" Red throws his hand up, drawing attention to us.

The girl turns and, without showing much emotion, nods back. Either she really doesn't care about us, or it's good acting. I'm more inclined to the second option.

We push our way to the counter. I brazenly squeeze between the seated men, shrugging them off. The guys settle into the nearby bar stools.

"What had to happen for such important guests to condescend to visit our bar?"

The brunette pulls a smile on her face as she deftly sends two shots of tequila down the counter to the guys on the left.

"I missed you" I shot the truth at the girl. She snorts.

"Am I the only one who you can get on nerves?"

"The others are boring! I want you!"

The double meaning makes the pupils in her green eyes dilate for a moment. But she skillfully hides it behind her favorite "poker face.

"It's because I can bite?"

"Oh, yes" I slide my tongue across my lower lip, and defiantly lick the two fingers she'd been biting into not so long ago.

Rie averts her eyes quickly, but I could see that she is biting her lip almost imperceptibly. I grin. I'm thrilled by her reaction.

The redheaded disrupts our staring and suddenly pulls a bar of chocolate out of his pocket. He hands it to her with a look on his face like a guilty dog.

- Take it as a token of love and respect, Rie!

The girl pinches her eyes, squinting at the chocolate bar and then at Red.

- Give it to Matt! You love and respect him more!

" Ouch" I hiss at her unflattering comment toward my friend.

" Matt knows it anyway" Alex shrugs and then beckons her and whispers something in her ear, after which the savage, taking a second to think about it, condescendingly shakes her head and takes the chocolate bar.

"Sucker!"

"Yes, Reenah, you're the best!" He makes a characteristic gesture with his hand and, leaning over the bar counter, gives the girl a peck on the cheek.

I raise an eyebrow.

"And what did you tell her? "

"That I knew she was going to beat you anyway. "

"Even so? " I laugh.

"Well, I had to beg forgiveness somehow."

It seems that while I was away, everyone turned into spineless amoebas. I kind of get it, though. I drove across the city myself, because I suddenly realized that I was bored without her.

"Will you pour us some beer, Rie?" I move the guys and sit my ass down on the bar stool.

"Does your royal majesty drink the drink of smerds?" With her head bowed, the little bitch asks with a challenge. It seems I'm not the only one interested in our game.

"If you get me personally drunk out of your mouth, like we did the day before yesterday, I'm willing to buy up all the kraft supplies of this diner. "

"Well, I don't think that's much use to me. You should be generous with the tips."

"Hmm, OK, I'll drive you home! We seem to be on our way."

Reenah doesn't hold back and smiles. For the first time, easily and casually. No cockiness in her gaze, no hang-ups. She's got a nice smile. Wow. For the first time, I note to myself that despite all the black clothes and the hastily tied ponytail, I like the way she looks.

"Sadly, yes"

A girl pours four beers and puts them in front of us.

At the bar it really feels like a train from India has slowed down nearby so that all the passengers can stock up for the rest of the trip.

After a minute, I understand why. Two plasma screens hanging on the walls are broadcasting the Barcelona-Real Madrid match. People are yelling and buying drinks nonstop. Two waitresses are running between the customers, and Reenah is flitting around the counter, filling the glasses.

But I have to say, she's doing great. There's no panic, everything is sharp, her actions are quick, there's no distraction or procrastination. After a while, another bartender joins her. Pretty enough, cleavage is more open, dark hair loose, a nasty smile. I sum it up - "not tasty."

I figure that Reenah's shift is over, but she decides to help her partner, so she shakes her head negatively at some phrase of that girl and continues pouring drinks.

The guys are yelling, cheering for Barcelona, and I catch myself watching more of Reenah than what's happening on the screen.

From time to time we meet each other's gazes, which has made my cock forget its horizontal position for the past hour. Bestie is increasingly wiping the sweat from her temples and has now curled her tail into a sloppy nest at the top of her head. Reflexively, she blows on her chest in an attempt to cool herself down while she once again mixes some kind of bogey in a shaker.