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Love Unscripted - 16
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Taryn.” Mark smiled and held out his hand to me.
I didn’t want to be rude, so I shook his hand.
“Your hand is soft,” Mark complimented.
“Thanks,” I said warily, attempting to end our handshake.
Before I knew it, the slick man clamped his hand around mine, trapping my hand in his. I tugged back against his grip, but he was stronger than I was. My smile quickly faded as I didn’t like the hold he had on me.
“Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” he crooned. His free hand started petting my wrist and forearm in the same manner that you would pet a housecat. My stomach twisted in a knot.
I tried to pull my hand free but he maintained his hold.
“Let go of my hand,” I stated calmly, in an almost teasing fashion.
“I can’t. Not until you tell me why I’m so drawn to you,” Mark pondered, like it was my fault that he couldn’t control himself.
I tugged several times while he attempted to lamely flirt with me, but I could not break his grip.
“Let. Go. Of. My. Hand.” I emphasized each word.
I looked over his shoulder, surprised to see Ryan standing right behind him. His beer was in one hand and the fingers of his other hand were tucked in his pocket; his narrowed eyes were fixed on mine. Next to him was one of his bodyguards.
“Oh Taryn,” Mark flashed his best smile at me, “I can’t let you go! Since you were so good at picking out a drink for me, I think you should pick out a restaurant for me to take you to.”
“I don’t think so,” I replied coldly, tired of his game.
“Oh, come on, sweetie. Don’t be like that!” His tone made me wince. He trailed his presumptuous finger over my wrist.
Ryan looked at my new admirer and back at me; his face was showing his concern. I shook my head ever so slightly, hoping Ryan would heed my warning. I didn’t want any trouble.
Two young women approached Ryan and attempted to get his attention. One of them grabbed his arm. Ryan immediately raised his elbow, obviously displeased with their forward behavior and intrusion. He almost spilled his beer. I could see he didn’t like people touching him either.
I repeated myself, raising my annoyed voice at Mark. “Let go of my hand. That’s three dollars for the beer.”
“Come on – you should go out with me! We’ll have a lot of fun, I promise.” His tone dripped with coercion, but he finally released my hand.
“No. That will never happen. Three dollars, please.”
Ryan held up his hand to the girls and I thought I heard him say, “please, not now” to them. His bodyguard immediately intervened.
“Just take a chance! I know you felt something just now when I held your hand. There was a connection there. Don’t deny it!” Mark pressed.
Ryan was glaring at him now. His anger was evident.
“Sorry. I didn’t feel anything,” I stated flatly, keeping all emotions out of my tone. This guy was beyond being an asshole.
“You hurt my feelings,” Mark pathetically pouted.
Marie was watching me out of the corner of her eye too; we always looked out for each other. We had been friends since junior high, and we worked the bar together for so long, we had the creep signal down pat. I pulled the bar rag out of my back pocket and dropped it on the floor.
“Who’s your new friend, Taryn?” Marie yelled over to me.
“Oh, this is Mark,” I stated loudly as I pointed at him. “He wants to take me to dinner, but I just really want him to pay for his beer. It’s such a dilemma!”
Ryan chuckled ever so subtly.
My new admirer finally got the hint. He peeled three ones from his folded money, tossed it on the bar, and turned in a huff. He almost bumped into Ryan as he fled his spot at the bar.
Ryan smiled at me before raising his glass to take a sip of his drink. I flashed my eyes between Ryan and the open seat, hoping that he would get the hint. He didn’t disappoint.
“Can I refresh your drink for you, sir?” I said in a proper yet joking tone as I snatched his glass off the bar.
He laughed slightly and nodded his head. I set his glass in the sink and tapped him a fresh beer in a new glass.
“Can I also interest you in doing a shot of one of the smoothest tequilas you’ll ever have?” I set his new beer in front of him.
“Definitely interested,” he stated directly, his piercing eyes locked on mine.
I reached up to the top shelf behind the bar and wrapped my fingers around a clear bottle with a round, silver stopper.
“What is that?” he asked, trying to read the bottle.
“Gran Patrón Platinum tequila.” I poured two shots.
“Here’s to… psychotic fans!” I cheered, raising my shot glass in the air.
He tapped his glass into mine and we both tossed the shots back into our mouths.
Ryan reached in his pocket and pulled a wad of money out, but I shook my head at him.
“No. Put your money away,” I whispered as I collected the empty shot glasses.
He frowned at me. Instinctively I scowled back at him. Then, like a two-year-old, he stuck his tongue out at me! I casually rubbed my middle finger across my eyebrow. We both started laughing.
When I glanced back up at him again, Suzanne Strass, the other actress who followed him into the bar, was hovering around him. She whispered something in his ear; whatever she said made him roll his eyes and purse his lips. He didn’t look happy with whatever she said.
Without saying a word, he got up and moved back to the table with his original group, where he stayed for the rest of the night. They had several additional rounds of drinks and seemed to all have a good time. I noticed Suzanne trying to hide as she swayed back and forth to the music. Ryan sat facing in my direction, and every once and a while he’d stare at me until our eyes met.
Ryan’s blue eyes were hypnotic and I couldn’t help but smile every time one of us was caught staring. He was extremely handsome, but there was something else. He didn’t hold himself in high regard; he just wanted to blend.
Ryan’s eyes held mine for an extra moment. He smiled at me, tilted his head slightly, and then proceeded to unbutton his top shirt. I was curious as to why he was undressing in my pub. I couldn’t look away.
He patted his hand on his chest and stretched back. That’s when I noticed he was wearing my blue T-shirt under everything else.
I chuckled to myself; no longer could I contain my big grin. He raised his eyebrows a couple of times and winked at me.
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