One bottle each, and we don’t bother with glasses. XXX “That’s for being a brat,” I tell her, my voice cold and hard. We tell each other about ourselves while we’re waiting for the film to start; my degree at university, countries we’ve visited, interesting people we’ve met, the music we like, the books we’ve read. “Now get up those stairs.”
I follow behind her and overtake her when she gets to the top, grabbing her by the hair again to pull her into my bedroom in a matter of seconds. Her lips are parted slightly, deliciously pink and wet. I almost forget the bar isn’t empty and reach out to touch her cheek. And I have to agree with her when her grandfather comes in to do a few jobs behind the bar; dropping hints and clues about fucking his granddaughter has kept me entertained
