Isn't He?

Thank you to everyone who's left comments for me to enjoy on my last stories. It's something that really motivates me to keep hitting the keyboard, so I welcome more! I hope you'll like this and the other stories I've been working on that will be uploaded soon.

--

After I refused Matt's plea to join him on the dance floor for the fourth time, he finally gave up. He's a sweetheart, really, but never in all of the years I've known him has he accepted the reality that I can't dance. As usual, I gave his pouting face a noncommittal shrug then turned to get the bartender's attention. It was a little while before he came around to my side, but my irritation at the wait disappeared as soon as I saw him. His bright smile and warm brown eyes immediately drew me in.

"Hey! I'm June, like the month. What'll you be having tonight?" His deep voice washed over me.

I took a moment before responding to make sure I didn't say something stupid.

"Hey, June. I think I'll go with a Moscow Mule."

"Coming right up." He said with a nod.

My eyes greedily devoured his lean form as he prepared my drink. June was a tall man with smooth dark skin and muscled arms that flexed sexily as he worked. I contemplated making a move on him but dismissed the idea almost as soon as it came to me. My luck with the guys hadn't been the best, and I had enough embarrassing rejections to last the rest of the year.

June pulled me from my thoughts by placing my drink in front of me. "Here's your Moscow Mule Mr...?" He ended with a raised eyebrow.

"Kim." I glared at the chuckle that slipped from his full, kissable lips. "Oh yeah, laugh it up June."

"No no, sorry, you're right. I shouldn't laugh. Lord knows how much I used to dread having to introduce myself to the class on the first day of school."

"Hey, you don't know dread until you've had three other girl-Kims introduce themselves before you." I cringed inwardly at "girl-Kims," but June simply laughed. His dark eyes twinkled in the low light. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a drunk slurring for a refill. He looked at me briefly to mouth a "be right back" before gliding over to his next customer.

I breathed out a sigh I hadn't known I was holding and began nursing my drink. I turned to look for Matt on the dance floor. To my surprise, he was making a beeline straight for me. He stopped right in front of me, glanced at the bartender, then looked at me with a raised brow and a smile.

"You turned me down tonight to hook up with the bartender?" He asked playfully. I looked at June, hoping he hadn't heard Matt's rather loud and rather wrong assumption.

"No, it's not like-"

"No, no, I get it," Matt interrupted. "Instead of letting me grind on you, you're trying to bed the only straight guy in the whole club." He ended with a pout.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh baby, if all you wanted to do was grind on me you should've said so."

He punched my arm. "You know what I meant."

"Yeah, yeah..." l paused. "So is he actually straight?"

His bright blue eyes widened in shock. "I was just kidding. Wow, are you really thinking about it?"

"No! Well, not really... I just... Y'know, wanted to know..." I finished lamely. He laughed as I nervously ran my fingers through my hair.

"As far as I and everyone else in here knows, he's straight." Matt eyed me thoughtfully. "I know you probably won't make a pass at him, but if anyone might be able to crack his shell and see what's what, it'd be you. He's talked to you way longer than he's talked to any of us, and yes, I was watching you guys."

I raised my brows at the last comment, but I mulled what he'd said over in my mind. I decided I'd just see what happened as the night wore on.

"I'll keep that in mind. Now, go shake your little twink ass for the guy that's been glancing over here every 5 seconds." At Matt's questioning look I gave a subtle nod to the left end of the bar.

Matt conspicuously rolled his head to the left and then back to me.

"You're getting too good at that." I chuckled.

"Shut up. He's pretty cute for an older guy, in a George Clooney kind of way. I'll see if he wants to dance with me." He gave me a pointed stare then glanced over to lock eyes with his admirer as he sashayed away to the dance floor, George Clooney hot on his tail.

"Is the coast clear?" A deep voice behind me asked. I jumped about a mile high before I turned around to nod the affirmative. June was smiling right in my flustered face. I almost melted from the brightness of it.

"Whew, thank goodness." He wiped his brow. "That guy's always grilling me about my personal life."

"Yeah? He's a curious one, for sure."

"That's... one way to describe him." June chuckled as he wiped down the bar.

"What word would you use then?"

He raised his eyes to the ceiling as he contemplated my question for all two seconds. "Hmm... nosy? Prying? I'd say stalker-ish if I didn't have 100 pounds over him." He ended with a deep chuckle.

"You make a good point." I conceded. "But, Matt's got 5 years of mixed materials arts training over you."

June stilled as he stared at me in shock.

"He's always been a little guy." I shrugged. "One day, he decided he'd like to have a little trick up his sleeve for people who might try to take advantage of his size."

June's eyes flickered to Matt's dancing form with newfound respect. "Remind me never to get on his bad side." He murmured before returning to cleaning the bar.

"No worries, he's trained to defend, not attack. I've pissed him off enough times to warrant a broken bone or two, but he's never touched me."

June rumbled in response as he grabbed some lonely shot glasses and put them away. He quickly surveyed the bar, nodding with satisfaction at the clean surface and occupied patrons. I felt more than saw June direct his full attention to me. He leaned forward and I caught a whiff of the dark, sensual scent he was wearing. The room suddenly felt much warmer.

"You need anything?" He asked softly.

My eyes dropped to his lips. I so badly wanted to say "you." I blushed as I watched June's pink tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. He chuckled at my reddening cheeks. My eyes lowered to study the gleaming surface of the bar.

"N-no, I'm... I'm good." I mumbled.

June's hand crept over to rest on top of mine. His warmth seeped into mine and only further fanned the flames I felt creeping through my body.

"Are you sure?"

My head whipped up in surprise. June shared a half-smile with me before leaning closer. He beckoned for me to move closer as well.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah... what is it?"

June looked around. When he seemed sure that no one was paying us any attention he turned back to me. He licked his lips again, my eyes following the move the whole time.

"I'm gay."

It took me a moment to realize what he'd said, I was too focused on watching his full lips move. Once the words sunk in I jolted in shock.

"You're... You're gay?"

"Mhm."

"Like, gay-gay?"

He snorted at that. "Yes, gay-gay."

"Oh... Wait, why are you telling me this?"

His eyes twinkled mischievously. "I heard your friend tell you I'm straight."

As my cheeks burned a bright pink again, I hoped that Matt's George Clooney would leave him with blue balls.

"And, I find myself more than a little interested in you."

My chest tightened with hope. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He replied softly. "What are you doing tomorrow morning?"

I recalled that today was Friday, and tomorrow would be my day off, so I quickly responded, "Nothing, nothing at all."

His lips twitched at my little outburst. "I guess I don't have to worry about whether or not you're interested too."

I wondered if I'd ever return to my normal skin color.