Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing (Hautboy Series Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
the bartender shouted. She finished drying out a shot glass and then proceeded to wipe down the bar. I hoped she didn’t go back to shot glasses when she was finished. The bar was far from clean. Some girl’s nether regions were resting there just before I sat down, and I mean her dress was so short it barely covered her, let alone acting as a barrier between her lady bits and the countertop. Shaking off the thought, I nodded and pushed my glass toward her. I planned to get drunk enough that I wouldn’t care how much Pax yelled at me when I called him to ask for a ride home. I certainly wasn’t hanging with the old heads. I’d learned my lesson. They had their own private booth. It was decent, with several tables and a clear view of the stage, but I’d snuck away as soon as I could with the pretense of using the bathroom. I wasn’t up for being lectured about my age and maturity, not by a Carter Strickland or Jake Whalen. They didn’t know me. They had no idea what it was like growing up in my shoes.
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