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The corner was raucously loud, full of talk about sex and the boyfriends, husbands, and a soon-to-be husband they were doing it with. There were plenty of dirty details shared that Ella found hard to believe actually took place. The ladies were probably more vanilla in the bedroom than kinky, which Ella personally preferred.
After handing out the drinks, she started back to the bar when one of the girls chased her down for a private word. She thought the young woman was going to order another round of drinks and tried to think of a way to say no. Except for Grandma, the entire group was a drink beyond over served.
“The bloke behind the counter, is he available? You see, my friend, the bride-to-be, is totally hot for him and, well, you know how it is. She wants a last shag before the ring goes on for good. We heard down in Leeds about a guy in Whitby who has a sexy bite that leaves you weak and a pierced willy that’s totally wicked to ride. That’s fucking hot.”
Oh boy, that was not what she’d expected the other woman to say. It wasn’t going to happen.
“No, sorry, he’s with me,” she confided with a wink and went back to the bar. She picked up glasses as she made her way through the room. Stopping at a few tables, she chatted with the locals she’d befriended during her short time at the pub.
“Would you like another, Sean? Last call is coming up.”
“Thank you, Ella.” It was dark inside the pub and she tried to catch a glimpse of his face, but couldn’t see much. The man was a mystery to her in many ways, which was odd since she could usually read anyone. No, Sean was a slate wall of sorts. Cool, hard and smooth, but everyone had a weak spot and he was hers.