The next night was the same as any other night. The bar was busy but gradually died down and the mysterious woman reading her new book was sat in the exact same spot as she was the night previous. Daryl looked on as Ricky was having a pretty in-depth conversation with her as he shook up a blend of mixtures to her cocktail that she had requested. He must have known her pretty well - could they have been dating? Or maybe they still were? He wasn't surprised in the slightest being that Ricky was a complete stud and this woman was absolutely breathtaking to look at. Daryl definitely had a few questions for Ricky. This woman was interesting, a little too interesting and was definitely not like the typical woman he had came across in the past. Ricky laughed along with her until finally he continued serving a guy who was stood a few inches down the bar.

"That'll be $4." Ricky smiled collecting the cash and shutting the till shut. "I'm wiped, man! Can't wait to get home.. what time you finish buddy?" he asked turning to Daryl.

"I finish at 4." he replied. "Ricky, I hope you don't mind me asking but where do you know her from?" Daryl asked pointing to the brunette beauty he was so fascinated with.

"Oh, that's Carol!" he grinned. "We go way back! Why's that? You interested?" Ricky said wiggling his eyebrows.

Daryl laughed shyly. "So, your not dating?"

"Oh no!" Ricky paused. "I wish." he laughed. "We go back a few years.. she was married and it wasn't exactly the best marriage. I knew her husband from way back when we were in college. His name was Grant. He was a bit of an ass and he eventually left her and moved to Canada and ran away with his ex wife. I can't believe how much she changed after that! The woman sitting over there is not the same woman I knew all those years back." he said looking back at her briefly. "She's had her heart broken too many times that's why.. she's a lot more feistier nowadays and now you never see her without a cigarette in her hand. She's a great girl though but she tends to just keeps herself to herself unless she really likes you and she throws a fuck in." he explained smiling to himself and eventually walked past him to where one of the barmen were calling him.

Daryl couldn't help but look confused at his last comment. He looked over at the woman in question and decided to he would keep her company for the second night in a row.

"Hey." he finally said. She looked up and shot him that sweet smile.

"Hello there." she replied taking a gulp of her cocktail wincing at the strong taste.

"So, no red wine tonight?" he asked smiling at her.

She looked down at her glass and back up at him. "Uh, no.. have you been watching me?" she grinned.

"Uh, no. Of course not. I mean.. well, yes.. no. Umm, I mean you're beautiful who wouldn't wanna stare? But not in a creepy sort of-"

She giggled. "Why are you being all nervous and shit?"

"I'm not. I'm just.. trying to keep the conversation going."

"Why do you wanna keep the conversation going? Is it because you wanna get in my knickers?" she asked going from giggling to a pretty blank expression.

"No! I'm not like that.. I mean, your beautiful like I said but.." she stopped him in his tracks.

"Then why have you been staring at me most of the evening?" she smirked.

Daryl was fucked. He couldn't speak - he didn't even know what to say to that. He admitted he had been staring and he didn't understand why he was so caught up with this woman but he couldn't help it. What was wrong with him? He had been admiring her brunette curls that displayed around her small womanly shoulders. Her neck was milky soft and creamy just wanting to be sucked between his lips and her eyes were mesmerising - like they could pierce a hole through his skull. The top of her cleavage definitely didn't help matters and her slim figure was definitely something he'd like to admire.

"If you wanted to fuck me.. why didn't you just say?" she said interrupting his thoughts.

Daryl was in shock and stood there with his mouth gaped open. His eyes followed her as she closed the book shut and drank the remains of her drink. Standing from her stool, she turned her back from him and began to walk away only turning around for a second to say:

"Well.. are you coming then or not?" she growled.

Daryl stood and all the blood rushed straight to his groin. Was this woman for real? Did she really just say that? After a few seconds of his mind whirling around in disbelief, he looked back to the other guys behind the bar who were in deep conversation with some ladies they'd just met. He took the chance to slowly follow behind her and for reason he just couldn't stop himself. This really wasn't something he had done before and taking advantage of a woman who had her heart broken too many times wasn't something he liked to do but she offered herself to him right there, right then.

All I wanted was to keep the conversation going.