Passion
Zee walked into the bar like she owned it. Like she owned it and wanted to burn it down. She strode over to the pretty, green-eyed bartender without acknowledging the five men gawking at her."Where is she?" Zee demanded."You know, if you gave me your cell phone number I could call you when she comes in," said the bartender. Zee usually liked the tease in her voice but tonight, she was too impatient."I've told you, Brandy; I don't have a fucking phone. Now, where is she?""Crazy thought. You...
Fantasy & Sci-Fi