He bowed his head for a moment as he reached over to grab the tumbler and started pouring. He shook his blonde head. “No… I certainly don’t need booze to ply my trade. If I wanted you naked and in bed, you’d already be tied to the bedpost there waiting.” He was Alex Pettyfer - who needed booze?
Megan narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. “I think you’ve forgotten who I am.” Her sly grin returned to her cheeks and she walked around the counter and pushed his back against the fridge, staring her eyes up into his. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Alex got tugged over by her, his own hip brushing up against her leg as he turned to look at the contents of the bar. “Well…” he commented, nodding his head as if he was thinking before looking back into her eyes. “I think that a martini is in order. Dirty. Very, very, very dirty… probably as dirty as I can make it. How’s that sound to you?”
“Hop to it.” Megan said, releasing her grip on his collar and turning around, her ass barely brushing his hips before she saw him walk in front of her. “Are you trying to get me tipsy, Alex?” She asked, biting her lip as he mixed the drinks.
His eyes followed her, turning slightly to lean back against the wall as the sultry woman sat on his bed. He did approve of that dress as well. Something about the way she moved was… yeah… “It does what it’s supposed to do… somewhere to sleep. Or not sleep.” He held up the glass he had in one hand, nodding over towards the bar. “Want something to drink?”
“I’d love a drink, actually. I haven’t had one in days.” Megan said, getting up and walking to the bar. She sat up on one of the stools, bringing the blonde boy closer by the collar of his blazer. “So tell me, blondie. What’s on the menu?” She asked, her face dangerously close to his. She smirked, raising a brow.
The door opened up and Alex actually did a double take at who was standing there. Not quite the girl he was expecting, but Alex was no idiot. He gave her a long, lingering look up to down. Dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants and long t-shirt, he leaned against the doorframe for a moment and smirked. “Alex has been a very good… or very bad boy today, it seems… which, I’m not completely sure…” He stepped back, nodding with his head for her to come in.
Megan laughed sarcastically and walked in, taking a seat on Alex’s bed. She crossed her legs and sat her hands on her knees, her deep blue eyes looking around the room. “I like what you’ve done with the place.” She said, licking her lips and looking up at the boy who was standing in front of her.
Megan closed her laptop and laughed, shaking her head. She got up and walked to her closet, picking out her favorite green dress and a lacy bra to go with it. Again, she stuck to her usual ways and decided against underwear. She made her way to the shower and got in, scrubbing her body down. Once done in the shower, she fixed her hair and slinked the dress on over her hips, grabbing her phone and making her way out of her room. She walked out and to Alex’s, knocking on the door. “Oy, Pettyfer, open up. Foxy’s here.” She said, smirking.