so take me, break me

You think I’m going to tell you what it is? C'mon, you know I’m smarter then to reveal my tricks to you.

Why? When it’s worked, what? Three times before.

The bar had a steady crowd most nights, and tonight was no exception. The pros of living in a college town. There were the regulars, and Rhett was one of them. Days spent with Hank always drove him here. He figured having a few drinks to loosen him up was better than screaming back and forth with his father. Not that, that didn’t happen on occasion either. It probably did more than he wished. Hank had the power of getting under Rhett’s skin, and making him become someone he didn’t want to be. He hated who he was with Hank, and if a few drinks could undo the anger that burned inside of him because of that man, then what was the harm? Speaking of, he needed a refill, and as he left his group to head to the bar, he spotted that familiar golden blonde hair. An instant smile pulled across his lips.

Leaning his back against the bar, Rhett put on his signature smile, “Ms. Whitney. Finally decided to grace us with your presence again?” His steel colored eyes fell more steadily upon her, and right away he noted that something was off. The Reese Whitney he knew always had this cool air about her. A spark in her eyes, and a somehow charming fuck off attitude. But even just from first glance he could tell something was different tonight. His eyes followed where hers lay. They seemed glued to the glass before her, her whole body frozen. “What you got there?” He kept his tone light, acting as if he didn’t notice the slight shaking of her body. He grabbed the glass, taking a sip. The bitter taste of the alcohol reached his tongue. “Jack. I should have known with you.”

Rhett was a distraction. One of her favorite sorts of distractions. She didn’t often use the same person twice, for fear they’d assume it more than it was, but Rhett was different. He knew that any encounter they had was not supposed to mean anything. She could rely on him not to get attached, and not to be offended by her cold indifference after. If she had friends, she might have considered him one, but she didn’t, so he was.. Well she wasn’t sure how to label him, but his presence never really bugged her, and in fact, she was sure she had called him late at night at least once when she’d just wanted someone to warm her bed. It was good to have a Rhett on a hand when sex was about the only form of human contact you had. 

It’s not my fault you always look so hot in whatever clothes we pick. I don’t think it’s the clothes that’s the problem here. it’s you. you’re way too hot. You could wear a paper bag and still look hot. Tone that down, woman.

Business attire. Casual, but not super casual. I’m just guessing here. I’ve never actually had a job before.

Because I like sexy. As do most men.

So you do want to drink?

But what?

They must have been talking about Hank. Oh, there’s no need to keep those legs crossed. I’d prefer otherwise. Kidding. No, it’s office work. I’m wouldn’t hire you to just sit there and look pretty. That’s what I get paid to do.