Devon and I had been staking out the place pretty well all day, when he got a call from the surveillance team saying they had a lead on his identity and whereabouts. Devon left about a half hour ago, but now that I’m off the clock I call one of the servers over and order a Coors. An ice-cold beer will really hit the spot right about now. After a couple of mouthfuls of beer, I notice Payton at the bar flirting with the fucking bartender. My possessive and protective sides emerge, when I see that fucking asshat of a boyfriend of hers come up behind her. Thankfully, he doesn’t touch her because I’d have to rip his fucking arms off if he did. She spins around, and I try to make it seem like I don’t notice her, but out of the corner of my eye I can tell that she definitely fucking notices me. She freezes mid-step then grabs hold of the assholes hand, dragging him over to a seating area to the side of me. Holy Shit! Payton looks unbelievably sexy tonight and totally fuckable. She’s wearing a little black skirt, that’s too fucking short for my liking and a super tight off-the-shoulder top that shows off all her sexy curves and about an inch of skin on her flat belly.
