Chapter 10 - Sibling Rivalry

Karla scanned the place, trying to see if anyone tickled her fancy, but so far Sand Dune seemed all paired up. That was okay. The night was still young and held promise. At least, the band was decent, a reggae beat to go with the beach theme of the bar. She held her drink and watched an older couple twirling out on the dance floor, not a care in the world from what she could see. That was the way she would be when she was older. She didn't want to have to worry about anything, like her parents did when she was younger. They hardly ever ventured out that she could remember, the struggle to keep the bills paid always prevalent in their household. They weren't necessarily dirt poor, but they struggled enough that Karla felt she never possessed what she wanted out of life. She vowed she would never feel like that again and used whatever means necessary to get what she wanted out of life. So far, everything worked in her favor.

She tried to do the same for Aimee, but her sister was too hung up on her definition of morals to allow her assets to work for her. She always preferred doing things the hard way. Even in school, Aimee was the studious one, always busting her ass to get good grades and trying to be Miss Popular. Karla was popular, but it was more behind the curtains than in front of them. Furthermore, she learned a long time ago that low cut blouses and bending over usually helped your grades go up, and if that didn't work, there was always some nerd ready to do her papers for her in exchange for a quick hand job. She graduated with the same grades as Aimee, only she didn't need to spend so much time at a desk. Well, not in the chair, anyway. Sometimes, she needed to step in and help her sister out, even when Aimee didn't want that help.

"Quaint little place. I can see why you like it," a deep voice said from beside her. She recognized him from the phone call earlier. She knew she could count on him to be predictable. Men rarely disappointed her in that area. Of course, there were always other ways to be disappointed.

Turning, she soaked in the broad shoulders and thick biceps of Mitch Greenway. He did not look like he would be a disappointment. She smiled as she raked him with her gaze, not even bothering to hide it, relishing his powerful stance as well as his short, dark hair and hazel eyes. The outline of his jeans held promise for later and Karla had no doubt his ass was going to be squeezable. He seemed to be over thirty, but to Karla that was perfect. Older men possessed the experience she preferred in the sack. Sometimes helping her sister out held its own rewards.

Glancing back up into his eyes, she ran a tongue over her dry lips as she raised her eyebrows in appreciation. "Quaint can be good at times." She turned around, her ass now an invitation for his eyes, an invitation he gladly accepted. "Glad to see you decided to venture out."

He shrugged, his smile an accessory that drew her eyes. "What else is there to do on a Sunday night except see what a sweet sounding lady does with her time?"

She gave him a seductive grin. "Someone has to keep an eye on us. And I hope your lines get better as the night continues."

He laughed as he leaned against the bar, his arm touching hers. She felt her chest flutter at the contact and her breath catch in her throat. He wasn't playing hard to get, at all. Of course, if he was, he wouldn't have even made it out that night. He glanced behind her, obviously soaking in her ass and legs with his gaze. "Definitely well worth keeping an eye on. And I'll try to do better with the lines."

She blushed as she leaned into him a little. She took a deep breath, inhaling his fresh-out-of-the-shower scent. "Sure don't smell like a mechanic."

He laughed. "You would prefer oil and grease?"

She shook her head slightly. "Not at all. It's just nice to meet a guy who doesn't bathe in cologne."

"Not into perfume for men. Sorry."

"Don't be. I prefer men who smell and act like men." She glanced behind her at the crowd. "This place can fill up with boys pretty fast."

Mitch turned and followed her gaze with a shrug. "Everyone takes time to mature. They'll learn."

"I just don't have the patience for them to get it together. I much prefer finding someone already seasoned."

He laughed as he leaned back and stared at her. "Did you just call me old?"

Paul came over and Mitch ordered a Jack and Coke. Paul gave Karla a pouty look as if his hopes for a sexy ending to his Sunday night were just dashed. She just winked at him. Paul was always good as a last resort. Besides, there was always the interview.

"Age is just a mindset. I plan on remaining twenty-five the rest of my life. I like how I feel right now."

"Oh? And how is that?"

She turned back around, her chest pushed out as she felt confident in herself. "Alive."