Chapter 4: The Loan

“Hailey it is so good to see you, how are you feeling?” Adrian was standing at the back of the bar counting the stock for tonight.

“I am feeling fine thanks, Adrian ...Um... can I... can I ask you something please,” I said, looking down.

I went through what I wanted to ask the whole time walking to the bar, but now, as Adrian is staring at me, my throat is as dry as the desert.

“Of course, Hailey, let’s go to my office. Then we can speak in private”. Saying this, he turns around and walks to his office.

“What up?” his eyes just held love like a father would have for his daughter. Pouring him and myself some coffee from the flask on his desk. He hands me the cup and goes to sit on the chair behind his desk.

“Is there…um…what I …. what I wanted to ask….um…is there….” The words got stuck in my throat.

“Spill it, Hailey, what do you want”? His voice is now full of tenderness but firmness. I could see it in his eyes as well, as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Can I have some money upfront, I…I need to buy some food…” looking down again, I feel as if the earth could swallow me whole. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life asking for money for food. I have always made sure that there is some food, but the last month was the hardest ever. My aunt just left me without any word and cleared out my savings in my purse. Ug! I was so mad. That is why I had to leave, her rent was due and her bills had just pulled up. My work at the bar there just covered the basics.

“Sure honey”, with that he stands, turns around, and walks to open the safe that is at the back of his office.

Taking out the money, he gave it to me, giving me a smile.

“This is too much! I just need a few dollars to get me through till we get paid”, I said with a sock. Looked at the roll of dollar bills in my hand. I had expected about a hundred but this was about five.

“No take it, go buy food and get a decent meal in that fragile body of yours so you can be ready for tonight's shift,” he said with a voice that said no arguing. "We can’t have the same thing happen again like last night, now, can we?”. He said, still smiling. With a thank you and a hug, I left the bar for the shops. It was about two blocks away.

After returning home, I made myself a decent meal, one I had not had in a couple of days. I took a shower and with the new energy, I was feeling better than I have felt in a while. With my light blue washed-out ripped jeans with a dark blue trunk top, I put on some lipgloss. Ready to go to work for the night. I took a last look in the mirror and set off to work.

While I get ready by cleaning the tables, and making sure that the floor is clean, my mind starts thinking. Will he be here again, the guy of my dreams, or was it just a dream? Why would I care if he was? It is not as if I would want to see him again. But something in me was hoping he would be and that he will put his hands on me again. For what reason, I do not know, but it gave me a strange feeling of warmth.

Work was like always running around, everybody drinking and talking about the rodeo and who they thought would win. Without thinking I am looking at the door every time it opens hoping it was him, but nothing. Standing at the bar waiting for an order to be done, I hear two guys talking.

“Did you hear poor Sam is out of the competition? He was in here last night having some beers with the guys when Brian just stepped up to him and started to punch him, saying something that he would not call what is his, a bitch……” the guy was waving his hands in the air, as he showed how Sam was beaten.

What? Well, it could not have been me that he called his, I did not even know how he looked, just that he carried me home. After hearing this, my brain went into overdrive. It could have been one of the other girls that Candice was talking about.

I knew my cowboy by a shadow, not what he looked like or even his name. I only knew his touch and that manly smell of Sandalwood and fresh pine took over my brain and body, so I was dripping wet.

How could just a smell make me feel like this? Eric always wore expensive cologne and yet it did not do this to me.

Then I smell it again coming from the door as it opens to the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

Looking at him, his hair was pitch black just above his shoulders with a wild but well-kept look. His eyes were the most beautiful hazel brown I have ever seen. Going down, I could see his lips…

O God, what those lips can do to me! I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of what his lips and tongue could be doing to my pussy and breast as I had read in my books. He had a short steepled beard with a mustache to match his perfectly sculpted jawline. His flannel shirt is a tight fit over his chest with the first two buttons open. His abs in his arms are huge and I knew they are rock-hard as they looked.

His waist is slim but the black jeans fit him perfectly as they show off his well-muscled legs. Completing the look is a pair of brown cowboy boots.

I feel my arousal and my nipples turning hard against my trunk top, the aching in my core getting wetter just looking back into those beautiful eyes. No man should be this handsome, certainly not with a look and eyes like that. He was like a Greek God made by the gods themselves.

With me still looking, I turned around, right into a chest, also rock hard, but looking up I saw the red eyes.

“O sorry…….” I lost my ability to speak as a cold shiver ran down my spine. It’s the same eyes I saw in my dreams. But yet again, feeling the rush of pleasure going through me, but it feels different from the one I felt looking at the cowboy.

And then without any word, he turns around and, in a flash, he was gone. Looking around, I saw nobody that looked like that.

Dressed in a black cloak covering his whole body with a hoodie that hides his face.

All I saw was the people dancing or just having a good time at the tables. Thinking it was just my shock at the handsome cowboy at the door and my own insanity, I started to move towards the bar.