Jessa James - Valentine Ever After

A slender woman with ruby-red lipstick and glossy magazine hair laughed at something he said. I scowled. He was probably telling her all about how he had to share a room with an uncooperative, angry woman. The blonde kept her hand on his arm as they enjoyed a drink together and a sudden spark of jealousy ran through me. Why I felt like that was beyond me. I didn't know him. Had no claim over him… and certainly didn't want his body on mine… his lips on my lips… his tongue skimming across… Oh god.

“Here you go,” the bartender interrupted. “Let me know if you like it. If not I can fix you up anything you want.”

Blushing wildly I stared at the light pink, and fizzy drink he placed down in front of me, the glass and its bubbly contents twinkling in the dim lighting. "Thanks. It doesn't look so bad actually."

"No problem," he said and left to serve another customer.

I picked up the glass by the stem and eyed it. Then eyed my stranger, still too close to the blonde—god she was almost in his lap. Was going to ride him right there and there in the bar? Bah. He was having fun so why shouldn't I? Turning back to the drink I noticed the rim was lined with a fine dusting of sugar. Surely it couldn't be that bad then. I loved the sweet-stuff more than I should.

Taking a huge sip, I nearly spat it back up as a fierce liquid burned a violent path straight down to my gut, causing me to cough hard.

Oh my god, it was horrible. Wretched. The worst cocktail I'd ever had! I wanted to scrape the anise-flavoured liquid off my tongue. God, it felt like it was curdling on the way down too. Setting the glass down hard, I struggled to breathe, some of the others at the bar, including my new roommate, glanced my way, at the scene I was creating.

“What the hell did you put in it?” I spluttered.

The bartender looked astonished, then his mouth dropped open. “Oh, crap.”

He picked up the champagne glass and took a giant sniff.

"I'm so sorry… I think I accidentally mixed in Sambuca instead of the Absolut vodka. Dammit! Let me make you another one. A proper one. Just please don't tell my boss?"

Forcing a pained smile, I waved off his apologies, grabbed my clutch and floundered away quickly, my face burning with embarrassment, my cough racking up concerned and repulsive looks as I left the bar.

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