Her eyes narrow in suspicion, but my words have the desired effect. The handsy douchebag steps back, giving her some space.
Satisfaction surges in my chest.
And, yeah, maybe that makes me a dick, but so be it.
“Do I know you?” she asks, arching a brow.
Her tone isn’t exactly friendly, but the hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.
Grindy McGrinderson looks back and forth between us, eyes going wide. Quinn can play dumb all she wants, but he knows exactly who I am. And right now, he’s trying to figure out what he’s gotten himself into.
What the hell. If Quinn wants to play games, I’m down.
“Don’t do me like that, babe.” I lean in, raising my voice to be heard over the loud music. “You’ve had your fun. Now let’s bounce.”
“I’ve had my—” She scrunches up her nose, a cluster of freckles bunching across the bridge and fuck me, it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. “What?”
I shake my head and turn to the rando.
“Sorry, man. My girl is big into role playing. She likes to do this thing where she flirts with strangers and pretends she’s going to hook up with them, but she never closes the deal.” Quinn makes a high-pitched squeak that would give Flipper a run for his money. I sneak a glance at her, and it’s all I can do to not laugh. Her expression is priceless. I wink at her and turn back to the dude, who looks more confused than ever. “She always leaves with me.” I shrug. “Says it makes the sex even hotter.”
“Ignore him.” Quinn shoots me a scathing look. “He’s a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”
“Now that you mention it.” I rub my stomach. “I could go for some chicken nuggets. If we leave now, we can hit the drive-thru on the way home.”
Grabby McGrabberson averts his gaze, staring over my shoulder as he mumbles, “I’m just gonna... yeah.” He takes a step back and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I don’t want any trouble.”
He turns and pushes into the crowd.
Good riddance.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Quinn demands, pulling herself up to her full height. Maybe that shit works on her brother, but I spent the afternoon staring down guys three times her size. “Are you drunk?”
“No.” I point to her half-empty cup. “But if you finish that drink, you will be.”
Her brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong with my drink?”
Is she for real?
“Other than the fact that it’s got five kinds of liquor in it?”
“Five? Really?” She lifts the cup up and stares at it like she’s seeing it for the first time. “Huh. Who’d have guessed?”
“Why do you think it’s called Adiós, Motherfucker? It’s meant to get you shitfaced.” She giggles, probably at the name, and I scrub a hand over my face. “If you don’t know what’s in it, why are you drinking it?”
She cocks a hip. “Mike bought it for me.”
Of course he did. “The asshole was probably trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you.”
“Maybe I was trying to get him drunk and take advantage of him,” she says, poking me in the chest. Heat radiates from the spot where her finger landed, which is ridiculous because it wasn’t even skin-to-skin contact.Probably just leftover energy from the game.She pokes me again. “Did you ever think of that?”
“No.” It’s bullshit, but I’m not trying to picture Quinn seducing some random creeper at a bar. “It did, however, occur to me he might’ve slipped something in your drink.”
Quinn rolls those big green eyes. “I’m a virgin, not a moron. I took the drink directly from the bartender.”
Thank Christ.
Relief surges through my veins. How the fuck does Noah deal with having his little sister on campus? On Greek Row?
