Lookin' Good

By Roz Lee

It's Friday night and hardworking cowboys and ranchers from all around Ft. Worth come to The Lone Star for a cold brew and someone warm to dance with. Lucky for them, one table is always reserved for Bailey Rose and her friends who come there to unwind and maybe to get wound up by a good-looking guy with a big smile and bigger rodeo buckle.

I wish I had never told Travis my deepest, darkest secret—that I like to watch. I should have known he would want to give me my heart’s desire. I love him more than anything, but I hate him for using my weakness to try to win me back. Moreover, I hate myself for not being able to turn down the gifts he brings me. Bailey Rose

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roz Lee
• Release date: Jun 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9780998570631

Roz Lee

USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee is the author of thirty romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five-book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for nearly four decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters and are the proud grandparents of three adorable grandkids.Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.Visit Roz’s website – www.RozLee.net

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Lookin’ Good

A Lone Star Honky Tonk Short Story

Roz Lee

Lookin’ Good

A Lone Star Honky Tonk Short Story

Previously published in the Not Vanilla – Voyeurism Anthology

and the Not Vanilla – Flavors of Kink Collection

Copyright © 2015 Roz Lee

Published by State of Mind

ISBN: 978-0-9985706-3-1

This eBook is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and events portrayed in this work are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any form whatsoever in any country whatsoever without the express written permission of the authors, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

Table of Contents

Cover

Dedication

Chapter One – I Hate Him

Chapter Two – My Fuckedupedness

Chapter Three – I’m Fucked

Next in the Series

About the Author

Other Titles by Roz Lee

Dedication

To my dear friend and colleague, Jennifer Lynne, who came up with the brilliant idea to write kinky short stories based on a single word writing prompt, and who was kind enough to include me in her vision

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Lookin’ Good

I Hate Him

Let me be frank. I love my girlfriends, and I live for these casual meet-ups at The Lone Star. The world-famous honky-tonk is the place to see and be seen in Ft. Worth. I would never tell my friends the real reason I come here—let them think it’s to see them. But if every one of them decided never to set foot in this place again, I’d still come.

Everyone talks at once, which is the norm. Our numbers vary from six to twelve, depending on work schedules, dates, and the weather. We sit around, consume copious amounts of alcohol, and catch up on everything from work-related issues to celebrity gossip. The more drinks, the looser the tongues. I owe my knowledge of many things to tequila shots and margaritas. Some things you can’t un-hear, you know?

Men passing through our lives are discussed in detail except for two. April won’t dish on her fiancé, and we long since quit expecting her to, and I refuse to talk about Travis. Some things are private. Right?

That’s the way I see it, anyway.

There aren’t enough tequila shots in the world to make me tell them what happened between me and Travis. Sometimes, I still can’t believe what he did or continues to do for me. I love the man, more than I’ve ever loved anyone, but I can’t bring myself to commit to a lifetime with him.

He doesn’t come to The Lone Star every week, but our favorite band, Barbed Wire, is playing tonight, so natch, he’s here. I’ve never seen his date before. Where did he find this one? She doesn’t look like she belongs this far west—too polished, like a Dallas sorority girl. Yeah, I recognize the style. Perfect blonde curls hanging down her back, lips artificially plumped and painted a shade of red best left on barns. Her clothes scream high-dollar country chic. No self-respecting cowgirl would be caught dead wearing a silk blouse