stirred…one naughty drink at a time.
Lexi was very aware it was just the two of them, in the great big bar. Alone.
The quiet after the storm.
The soft hum of canned music playing in the background, some sort of jazz. Very unlike the heavy rock earlier in the evening.
A row of lights went off at the back of the room, blacking out a whole section of the bar. She glanced at her watch. Two twenty a.m.
“I say a night like this deserves a drink don’t you?” Justin prompted reaching for a couple glasses. Another set of lights went off, leaving just the immediate bar area lit.
“Do you really think that’s wise, I mean after yesterday?” She questioned, her
cheeks flushing while she tried her best to make light of her nearly fainting on that same barstool the day before.
“I do.” He flashed that killer smile again. The one that made her want to go along with just about anything he suggested. “Any special requests or shall I just pick?” He reached for a bottle behind the bar, but then paused. “On second thought you never did drink your drink last night…” His knowing look made her stomach flutter. “You remember what it was, before you felt dizzy?”
“Umm hum,” she replied, biting her lower lip, aware the air was now laden with sexual tension she hoped she wasn’t imagining.
“And the name was…” his grin was so sexy she wanted to kiss the words right
out of his mouth.
“Sexual Healing…” she swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see the affect he was having on her.
“And would you like some Sexual Healing?” he teased back.
His provocative tone made her legs go weak. She wanted to shout out ‘Yes!’ but she bit her tongue before she chose her words. “I don’t know what’s in it, so how would I know…” Her tone was all business but inside her body was betraying her, aching for sexual healing from him.
He reached out and took her hand in his across the bar. “Then I’d better show
you how to make it… after all you’ll be working here, you’d better know how to make a few drinks.
Nodding her agreement, she hopped off the bar stool and came around behind the
bar while Justin washed his hands in the sink. He motioned for her to do the same while he took some more bottles off the shelf and placed them on the counter before she joined him behind the bar.
“First thing you need to know, is how to pour.” He grabbed two bottles in one
hand, and then moved closer to her, pushing two glasses in front of her.
“Here,” this will make it easier,” he added, standing right behind her, so he
could see what he was doing over her shoulders.
Aware of just how distracted she was with him standing so close to her, she did her best to stay focused when he placed her hands on the glasses he’d put in front of her, centering them.
He reached around her for a bottle and plunked it down in front of her next to the two glasses. Then he placed his hands on the bar, on either side of her. He wasn’t touching her, but his arms were mighty close to hers while he demonstrated how to hold the bottle.
Lexi could barely concentrate with Justin standing so close. She glanced at the
muscled arms that formed a sexy cage around her and eyed the tattoo on his arm, wondering what it was. It looked like a sword and some sort of serpent like thing, and it flexed with his muscles. Whatever it was it was a turn on the way it gyrated with his movements.
“Now, take the Amaretto and pour it in the glass,” he instructed, bringing her
back from her reverie about the tattoo. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”
“Which one is the Amaretto?” she asked, looking back up at him over her
“That one,” he said with a nod and she felt his body tense, that’s how close he was.
“And this is the rum?” she asked looking at the bottle, her hand nearly shaking when she clutched it.
“Here,” he said, reaching around her, taking the bottle from her and pouring a
shot. He dipped his finger in to the amber liquid. She gasped inwardly as he lifted his liqueur-coated finger to her lips. “Taste.”
She gulped, the arousal washing over her . Lexi did as she was told and took
a taste from his finger. It was so erotic the way he’d dipped his finger into the rum and then held it out for her to lick she closed her eyes as the rum mellowed on her tongue.
“Do you taste the hint of oak of the barrel in that?” he prompted, and she opened her eyes, smiling at his suggestive gaze.
He held his finger out for her to take a second taste. This time she took her time, licking the sweet liquid from his finger, sucking ever so lightly, her body quivering at the sensation.
“Good?” he asked.
“Umm hum, very good…” she murmured her approval.
He instructed her to pour one ounce in the metal martini shaker.
“And now, the Kahlua…Do you need a taste to know which one it is?”
She smiled. She knew damn well which one it was, it was the dark brown
liqueur in the bottle clearly marked Kahlua, but it was much more fun playing along. “I’d know if you gave me a taste…” she teased
For a moment she thought she’d gone to far when he just sighed and then reached for the bottle. She could almost feel the beat of his heart beating against her back as he inched closer, pouring the syrupy liquid onto his finger.
He held it out for her to taste.
“I see you’re enjoying this sexual healing,” he observed, then trailed his finger on her lips.
She darted her tongue to taste, and then sucked his finger into her mouth. A low hum of approval escaped his lips.
Turning to face him, first slowly licking and then sucking, she let his finger slide slowly out of her mouth. He thumbed her lip making her quiver inside, wanting more. More of his touch.
“Good?” he asked again.