Sit at the bar for a while
From Create Your Own Story
The afternoon heat lingers even under the shade of the beachside bar's thatched roof. You press the condensation-covered water glass against your forehead, enjoying the momentary coolness as Tony—the bartender restocks bottles with practiced efficiency.
"You surf ?" Tony asks while wiping down the mahogany counter, his slight Caribbean accent coloring the words.
You shake your head, watching how his forearm muscles flex as he lifts a crate of limes.
"Local guy gives lessons near the pier," he continues, arranging citrus wedges in a steel tray. "I mess around on a board sometimes, but I'm shit compared to the pros." His chuckle fades as movement catches both your attentions.
The stool beside you groans under new weight. The man who settles there smells like coconut oil and expensive cologne, his skin bronzed from what looks like years of sun exposure. Thick chest hair glistens above the taut black fabric of his Speedo, which leaves little to the imagination.
"Hello sexy," he purrs, turning fully to face you. Dark eyebrows frame intense hazel eyes. "I'm Adam." His gaze drags deliberately down your body before snapping back up with wolfish appreciation.
Before you can speak, he's signaling Tony with two raised fingers. "Let me buy your gorgeous self a drink!"
The beers arrive instantly, droplets racing down the chilled glasses. You open your mouth to decline, but Adam's already leaning closer—close enough that you catch the scent of tequila on his breath.
"I'm driving," you explain, pushing the untouched beer toward him.
Adam clucks his tongue. "Bullshit. I live literally two minutes from the parking lot." His knee presses against yours beneath the bar. "Come to my place—got a killer sound system, cold drinks, and," he drops his voice, "no one will bother us in the hot tub."
When you hesitate, Adam turns to Tony. "Back me up here, mate. Doesn't this one deserve some fun?"
Tony smirks, polishing a glass with deliberate slowness. "Can't argue with that logic."
Adam's fingers trail up your forearm. "See? Even he agrees ." His thumb circles your wristbone. "One drink. Then we'll see where the night takes us."
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