Blaire Munson

There are times when a little stress relief is required. This is one of those times.

"If you're going to objectify me, I can wear the sluttiest outfit I own. However, if you're going to look at me like I'm the most stunning woman you've ever seen, I'll dress in the sexy and sensual dress I own.

Your choice, Teller."

"That's definitely doable. A night of watching my favorite person flex his muscles and get frustrated with someone other than me? Count me in, Tiger."

Good morning, my Saints and Sinners.

Yours truly actually has a day off from the whore house. Why don't we ladies find some trouble to get into, even if it is just retail therapy?

Abel, you can come, too.

The best D in the world is Direct Deposit.

"Just don't act surprised when you catch me staring." The redhead stated as she gave a slight nod of her head.

"You know how I love to window shop at your store." Keeping her expression as deadpan as possible. "And by store, I mean that banging body of yours."

Hello, Mr. Weekend. Oh, how I've missed your wonderful presence. What fun do you have in-store for yours truly?

"You're shirtless while walking through my house and you're asking for cereal?"

Blaire shook her head as a chuckle danced on her tongue.

"Yes, I do. It's in the cupboard. You know, the same spot as the last time you asked."

"What- what do you think we are?" She looked up through thick lashes, hoping he said more.

"That works, too. Sorry for being so bossy. I just like to protect my friends. Those girls are nothing but trouble."

"Did I mention Dawn and Fawn, too? Yeah, stay away, Teller."

"Maybe a little. As long as you don't look at Ellie, we will be just fine." Nodding once to get her point across.

"You try it. See what I do, Teller." It worked. He had officially made Blaire jealous. It was a strange feeling for the redhead.

"Do you honestly think I would go for the dad of the man I've been known to cuddle with from time to time? That's just gross, Abel." She rolled her eyes into oblivion.

"Maybe I do have a thing for older men. Never really thought about it."

We've made it through another mundane Monday. Even though Diosa was a revolving door today, it still dragged.

I also can't seem to get this certain blonde haired, blue eyed dude off of my mind.

Wonder what he's up to?

"I could say the same thing to you. I may be younger, but my dad did instill some good wisdom into this dome of mine." Laughing.

"So what are you going to do about Jax?"

The redhead felt herself drift off a couple of times during the movie. It wasn't that it was boring. It was that ~he~ was that comforting.

She nestled her face into the crook of his neck and drank in the scent that was him. Something she would etch to memory.

"You down for the new Karate Kid?"

"Poor guy. We're both a couple of nerds trying to hook something up. It'll either happen, or it won't." Looking down at her hands.

"Though, I hope it does. I think... I think I have some truly strong feelings for him, Ginger."

"Kind of like you and Jax."

How was she supposed to concentrate like this??

Blaire's frame went to mush the instant Abel pulled her closer. She conformed to his muscular build, the heat building between her legs.

"This should be fun."

"Yes, he does. He doesn't look at other women anymore. Not even when he comes in here for business meetings with Nero. Jax Teller is whooped, my dear and you are the one who holds the belt."

"The sweats are much more attractive than your boxers. I don't know what it is about you Teller men in your gray sweatpants. It's a fucking sin is what it is!"

She played at being reluctant as she walked over to where Abel laid. She laid beside him, sidling herself against his form. "How is this?"

"We've all known, Ginger. I've known since I was just a small child."

something is going to happen, Abel Teller."

Did he really say what she thought he did?? Homeboy seriously just threw her ass into the friend zone.

"Sure! Let's do it. I'll grab us a couple of beers...or ten to get us through it."

What the fuck was she saying??

"But if I'm gonna lay on you while you're wearing those gray sweats, +

"Not to speak ill of uncle Ope, but yes; he was a dense man. But he loved you."

"It wasn't important." She knew she was busted. But Abel played it off like the gentleman he could be.

"A movie sounds good! What did you have in mind?"

"Jesus. You weren't supposed to hear me."

She tried to hide her flustered cheeks.

"Why, what do you have in mind?"

"No. No, I'm really not. Take it back off, please?"

"Eh, you're probably right. I'll stick with the one who wasn't raised in this hell hole."