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I walk over to you slowly and slide my chilly hands just under your shirt and over your stomach as I close in for a kiss. "Maybe?" I say, flirting with you.
 
"It's a very real possibility," I admit, squirming as put your cold hands on my abdomen. "You're cold," I note in a flirty tone.
 
I stand there pressing you against the tree, kissing you. Lingering, enjoying just tasting you. We make out a few moments and I pull back and look at you. "I'm happy you wandered into my bar."
 
"I am happy I wandered into your bar," I say, relaxing against the tree and looking at you with a smile.
 
"We'll find out," I say just before I answer.

I stand with the phone to my ear and make a face. Yep.

"What do you want?" I say. "No. No! Jason can handle that. Riley, I.....I said no." Then I stand listening, and you see me getting angry. "Ok, fine. Do NOT call me this weekend again." I hang up, and shake my head. "Really??" I put my phone away and grab your hand to begin walking to the cabin.
 
"What'd she want, baby?" I ask as we began to walk again. I was getting annoyed with her, and more and more closer to starting a fight with her.
 
"Well," I start, taking a deep breath. "Riley has decided to redo next week's schedule to switch her shifts with Sheila's, OR put you waiting tables on the nights she is behind the bar." I watch you to see if you catch on to what that means.
 
"Well, she's trying to schedule herself behind the bar with me, and on closing shifts where we would have to close together, hours after your shift ends."
 
"Well, you know what? Then I'll just stay, off books, and hang out and maybe grab food and such. She has no control of what I do outside of work." I give you a smile. "And unless she calls me a slut again, I will behave. I will have no control if she calls me a slut again."
 
I put my arm around you and we walk back to the cabin. "We'll figure something out." We get back and I throw together a light dinner from stuff that I brought, and then I went to the freezer.

"Look," I say, pulling out a large bottle of Riesling. "Go put something on for the hot tub and meet me there," I say, walking toward the dark patio facing the lake.
 
I grin, much happier, and put on a black string bikini and meet you out back. "Does this look good?"
 
"Yeah it does," I say, offering my hand as you step in to join me. As your feet hit the bottom level, I reach over and hand you a glass of wine. I lean back and look up at the perfectly clear, cold night, a ton of stars gleaming over the rising steam, and I look at your hot, little, tight silhouette against the night sky.
 
I sip my wine and look at you with a small, happy, and flirty smile. "Good brand." I say, raising my wineglass. "Riesling?" I laugh as you give me a confused look, knowing you hadn't shown me the bottle. "It's not any French wine, and American wines taste funny. Riesling's the only German brand I know."

I lean back myself, taking in your form against the night sky and sigh happily.
 
I run a warm, wet hand through my hair, and take a sip. "I am ready for my baby," I say, pulling you to sit with your back to my chest in the hot water.
 
"Mmm," I growl as I brush back your hair and nibble your ear lightly. "Anything you want tonight, baby?" I ask as my hand begins to tease in and out of the front of your bikini bottoms.
 
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