rls gossiping and vice versa. A couple of the guys from the ‘wanker banker’ group are standing in front of their mirror. “Jeez, that barmaid is hostile tonight,” Donkey-boy, as I have nicknamed him,

is a total slut,” a skinny guy with blonde hair replies. “A guaranteed good lay and she never stick

my spine. He grimaces but doesn’t utter a sound. The guys finish up and then leave the room, leaving me to won

hey have returned to their table be

hear that,” a low voice

I felt earlier is nothing compared to the electricity that tingles in my limbs at his proximit

“They didn’t say anything that’s not true. I am a slut…” I pause for effect. “And, well, I do give amazing head.”

ays and neither do I; both of us are searching for that human connection that makes us feel alive. I have no desire for a relationship, and this helps scratch the itch without the messiness that comes when you involve pesky emotions. It sounds harsh, but this is how I have lived my life for th

an concentrate on getting the drinks out. The next couple of hours pass by in a b

nth later, a graffiti artist altered the sign one night by adding an ‘&’ and doing some clever work with the lettering. It took a couple of comments for us to realise that inadvertently the bar had

re having.” With a start I find myself starin

ne p.m., so instead Finn devised a system so staff could cash in their drinks as tips. A couple of good weekends often pay my mortgage for the month so it’s in my interest to mark it down, but tonight

says with a grin before handin

h my first genuine

ike

ion sends my eyebro

the god-awful glower you have had going on

d clink it on his beer bottle before saying, “Bottoms up.” The sho

t how his sexy arse fills his jeans as I roll his name around my head. Jackson. Not a typical British name but it suits him. He has this air

ted when I spot him still sitting there. Heat works its way up my neck as he stares across at me with a look of undisguised lust. I glance away, suddenly feeling somewhat shy, which is not like me at all.

clearing everything up, and I pitch in, clearing up the glasses from the tables. When I reach Jackson’s

p my hands shaking with the nerves running through me. What is it with my reaction to this guy? “What time

enly desperate to kiss the man who

says in a low voice full of promi

ross the room. “I

nd gives me

Jackson. “You