As I saunter off stage, I stop in front of the head table. “Congratulations again, you guys.” I kiss Claire on the cheek, trying my hardest not to get her veil stuck in my mouth. Her demure smile tips me off that she won’t kill me for that speech, tonight. As for Brody, he extends his hand out so we can shake hands. I accept his, and he draws me into a bear hug. Albeit, a bit awkward, considering I have to bend down to his sitting height.

“You’re so lucky she liked that video, ass,” the groom grits through his clenched teeth, feigning a smile.

“Only the best for you two.” I laugh, unfazed by the clear threat.

I make good on my promise, heading to the bar. It’s open, so I know I’ll be nursing a drink all night. The girl behind the counter is surprisingly attractive. She’s petite, got this round face and huge brown eyes that are easy on my own. She clearly isn’t a natural blonde, but it suits her light bronzed complexion. She looks Polynesian mixed with something else I can’t define. The point is, she’s handling a crowd of barely legal kids—like her—when her face turns to meet mine. I’m taken aback. I never knew a face could intrigue me as much as hers does right now.

“What’ll it be?” My body freezes when I hear her melodic voice; my eyes fixate on her mouth. I feel a twitch. My dick is waking up from a nap, and I work hard not to groan as I imagine her lips wrapped around… “Or are you hiding from the angry mob?”

“What do you recommend?” I half-shout so she can hear me over the dance music that’s begun playing in the background.

“If you’re asking me what I think you want…” She assesses me up and down for a moment. My eyes concentrate on her pouty mouth a bit too long. “Then I think you want something stiff, but you don’t know how to get adult beverages.”

I snort at the superiority in her voice. “Is that so? All right, then, give me whatever you think I’ll like and we’ll see if I tip you.” I’d probably tip her regardless, but maybe if I keep things interesting, I’ll invite her back to my room later. She turns away from me to face her workstation, and I get a good long glance at her supple ass in a tight skirt while she throws my drink together.

Without me really noticing, she turns around and hands me my drink. It looks like straight whiskey to me with a garnish, but I can’t be too sure.

“Just try it,” the bartender urges with a confident smile, arching one eyebrow as she waits for me to drink.