Everything I Want by Natalie Barnes

feel this warm presence right behind me. Tristan’s deep voice whispers into my ear, causing me to still. His lips tickle my earlobe and sends shivers down my spine. “Having fun?” I spin around, brushing up against him. Fuck! He is right on me.
    Looking up at him through my lashes, I just give him a silent nod with a closed-mouth smile. I go back to facing the bar again, but Tristan is still standing behind me. Damn it! What is he doing right here? Especially behind me like this? It’s less crowed at the other end of the bar. I feel him press his hard chest closer to my back. He speaks up to the bartender, who was all in favor of dropping her other duties to come over here and to take Tristan’s order. Leaning down on me, he orders. “Can I get a scotch?”
    Looking back up to him, his eyes are dark and dangerous-looking. Must be from the booze he’s drinking. I think? I don’t know if I’m freaking out or not, but I swear I thought I could see something more in them. I’m just not sure what it is.
    His strong arms are tight against his gray short-sleeved T-shirt. The way he crosses them in front of his chest is causing his tattoos to stretch against his muscles. The sight of that alone makes me want to do some very bad things to him. The way his hair is tousled, falling around the sides of his broad face. I hate to admit it because he’s such a dick, but damn… Being drunk and not having gotten laid since my ex and I broke up almost a year ago is making me so horny right now. Not a good thing to be feeling around Tristan right now. “So you dance?” I turn around to face him, with our bodies only a few inches apart. I give him a puzzled look. “I noticed you dancing down there. You look pretty good dancing.” As of right now, I’m in a small state of shock. Usually, only insults would come out of his mouth; but Tristan’s saying I look good dancing. It makes me feel nervous and excited all at the same time. He was watching me dance? And for how long? “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, leaning into me more. His eyes are searching mine. Shit! I’m so out of it right now. Tristan threw me offtrack with him telling me I’m good at dancing; now I don’t know how to act or speak.
    Shaking my head slightly, I reach for my drink. After I take a drink, I glance back up at him. I feel so incredibly vulnerable right now as he towers over me, and I don’t really like it. “Uh yeah, thanks. Honestly, I’m just drunk right now or my ass wouldn’t even be out there.” I giggle to myself for being so honest and modest with him. As I mention the word “ass” to him, I notice Tristan taking a few steps back and checking out my body. What the fuck is going on right now? Did he really just check me out? “Well I think you should have your ass out there more often.” He growls low at me. He’s so calm right now that I can’t tell if he’s being serious or just fucking around.
    Tristan reaches in and grabs his drink off the bar. While reaching in, I feel him brush up against me again. Is he doing this shit on purpose? I feel lightheaded from his proximity to me. I really can’t handle this right now. I’m drunk and obviously turned on. And I have hot asshole Tristan standing here right in front of me—which I believe, now, that maybe he’s starting to flirt with me. That reminds me. Where is fucking Frankie when I need him? “Yeah, well I don’t really go to clubs often so… And besides, weren’t you the one that called me a harlot? For dressing and dancing this way on stage earlier tonight? Isn’t that kind of being hypocritical?” I ended up sounding a little bitchy when I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. But after I threw that back in his face, he begins to have this arrogant smile starting to play on him.
    Using his hand to rub his chin while he takes a moment to think about the words I just threw at him, I just stand there looking up at him and waiting for him to respond. But he