Chapter 4

As Sam entered Jake's bar, a rush of unwanted memories came back, she was still reeling from the dream that she had just experienced less than a half an hour ago. It seemed impossible to silence them. She still had no idea why she was here exactly but while she was here she would utilize the alcohol, pool table and whatever else I appealed to her at that very moment. At 10 minutes to eight the bar was already pretty packed. she thanked God that she had dressed appropriately in tight fitting black denim jeans and a red halter top that showed off a little bit of skin. The way the shirt was made, showed off just the right amount of cleavage and Sam's personal opinion. She had completed the outfit with 3 inch black boots. Her hair was cascading down her back the hairspray and also come with a little glitter that seemed to complement her complexion very nicely. The perfume that she wore was entitled Heaven. She approached the bar greeted Coleman, and ordered three shots of tequila, a bottle of Heineken. She quickly down the three shots of tequila, in quick succession Coleman watched her with amazement. Sam could definitely hold her liquor, which was surprising for her petite frame. And the look that Coleman was giving her at the very moment spoke volumes. She corked an eyebrow and looked at him as if daring him to say anything. He simply looked down and pretended to be busy. Sam then turned to survey the bar, seeing many businessmen who were having a cocktail before going home to their wives the pool table was crowded with four man who looked to be in college. Easy prey Sam thought as she approached the pool table.

"Mind if I join you or is this a private game? Sam asked, as she sauntered to the pool table.

"Nope" was all of the four boys could muster.

"To make this game more fair. You boys can pair up in teams of two, and I'll play by myself." Sam said.

"What are the stakes for this game?" one of the boys asked.

Simple, if I win, one of you boys owes me a drink.

"What if we win?" The boys inquired.

"You'll get a kiss and my phone number." Sam promised.

Four games, four shots of tequila and a beer later, Sam was on a roll, she had accomplished her goal she was numb and drunk.

Sam glanced toward the bar, and there was Jason in his traditional leather jacket denim jeans and a gray shirt.

Sam took the opportunity to appreciate the view from the pool tables she was still pissed at him of course but that didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate the view.

If her sweaty palms were any indication, he was still deadly.. hot. She then walked confidently up to Jason, and put on her game face.

All of her inhibitions towards Jason were gone, if she was haunted by memories of him. She'd make damn sure that he would be haunted by memories of her. It was only fair.

"Jason, I was summoned, and I'm just dying to know why, she said dryly.

"First I want to apologize for the way that I acted yesterday. I had no right to tail you, enter your home and demand answers." Jason said.

"Apology accepted, however I do still think you're an asshole. If we're finished here, I would like to get another beer and go back to my pool game." Sam stated.

"No actually we're not finished. I came here to get some answers and damn it I'm not leaving until I get them." Jason said trying to keep his temper in check.

"The only way you're getting answers out of me is if you beat me at a game of pool, you game?" Sam questioned, fire dancing in her eyes.

Jason simply rolled his eyes and nodded, he may as well get some recreational activity out of this conversation, and it may help to loosen him up a bit because he was having a hard time sleeping at night lately.

"Or if you want, we could play the strip pool?" Sam asked laying her offer on the table.

"Not a chance." Jason said as he took a swig from his bottle of Heineken.

"Suit yourself." Sam said with a hint of indifference.

Jason just smiled, as Sam racked up the balls. If memory served him correctly, this match will be over in 10 to 15 minutes tops he'd get the answers and then go home.

-20 minutes later-

Sam sunk her fifth ball and looked mighty pleased with herself. Jason was not doing very well tonight. He had only been up twice, and he managed to scratch both times.

Sam definitely noticed the difference and she was actually having fun with it. Making comments like, "what's wrong" or "are you feeling okay" suggestively wiggling her eyebrows, or bumping into him, when she was lining up for a shot.

Not that Jason really minded at that point, he had a nice view from where he was standing. And there could be worse scenarios no doubt his ex-fiancée was definitely a sex kitten.

And he obviously wasn't the only male in the bar that thought so judging by the looks guys were giving Sam for the last 20 minutes. There were at least five guys that were blatantly staring at HIS woman. Jason had to get out of there; it was like he had reverted back to caveman. And he was a hair's breadth away from pummeling everyone in the bar, for even breathing in her direction, without even talking to Sam about why he had wanted to meet her, he abruptly left the bar, promising Sam to call her tomorrow afternoon.