Tim liked his girls country though. I cleared my throat. I’d been practicing my western charm, just for him.
My hair was shorter now and very blonde. There was a soft wave at the ends, but it was styled in a bob. I had on a pair of jeans and a pink button-up blouse over a white tank top. On my feet was a pair of leather cowgirl boots that had cost the people I work for at least a thousand bucks plus tax.
Who knew boots could be that expensive?
I sauntered up to the bar and ordered myself a whiskey. I didn’t even need to look to know that Tim was checking me out. He liked his girls blonde and curvy. I made myself into exactly his type. He was also a man who wasn’t afraid to go after something he wanted.
The stool next to me scraped against the floor as he pulled it out and took a seat next to me. I lifted my eyebrows in surprise and turned my head rather arrogantly.
He liked his girls feisty. He wanted a bit of a chase before he won and took me to his bed.
“Hey there, beautiful, what are you drinking?” he asked.
“Jack Daniel’s,” I answered coyly.
“Here. Try a sip of this and tell me what you think. I bet you’ve never tasted something as smooth and smoky,” he said confidently. He held out his glass and I took it into my fingers. I glanced down at the amber liquid with curiosity before I lifted it to my lips and took a small sip.
For a while, I was quiet, letting the gentle burn ebb across my tongue and buzz down my throat. Tim wasn’t really a patient sort of guy though and just like I thought he would, he asked what I thought.
“So. Good stuff, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty good.”
“Let me buy you a drink,” he insisted.
“Make it Jack Daniel’s,” I answered teasingly.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I mean, yours is good and all, but Jack Daniel’s just reminds me of the horses and campfires of the open range back home,” I replied.
“Where are you from?” he asked. I’d piqued his curiosity now.
“Montana,” I replied.
“No shit. I’ve got a ranch out there.”
“How does a cowgirl like you find yourself lost in a big city like this?” he questioned.
“Family. My sister lives out here and she’s not doing well. Breast cancer and all,” I replied sadly.
Tim was a family man. He’d been married a few times already, but he took care of his ex-wives and his kids. They wanted for nothing and from what I could tell, everyone was perfectly happy except Tim was single now and he very much didn’t like being single.
Insert me and my pretty blonde hair and lengthy curves and cowgirl boots.
Tim’s perfect storm.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Tina,” I answered with a smile.
“Tim,” he grinned, taking a sip of his top-shelf whiskey.
He waved over the bartender and ordered me another drink. The man topped off my now empty whiskey glass and I took a long draw, looking back curiously at Tim.
Just over his shoulder, I saw a man in the corner. He was alone in a black coat. His face was covered in a thick brown beard, his scalp thick with luscious brunette locks that begged to be touched.
If I wasn’t on the job, I might have been curious enough to sit down at his table. His eyes flicked up to mine and I jolted.