“Do you want to hear what I have so far?”
She nods, and I swallow down the emotions I’ve just started allowing myself to feel since coming to Pamela.
“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. My name is Ian, and I was in the army with your son…”
Goddamnit,why does she have to look so good?
Maggie looks like a walking wet dream. The way her dress hugs her curves is taunting me for even thinking I could stop this magnetism I feel toward her.
I’ve avoided everyone else because I’ve been too busy watching her all night. Every time she smiles or laughs with someone, it goes straight to my dick.
I know she saw me, but she looked right through me as if she couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge my presence. It’s equally infuriating as it is exhilarating, like this is a game.She let me lick her pussy two months ago and now pretends like I don’t exist.
Standing in line for drinks, I’m fighting the urge to find her again when a hand grips my biceps. Thinking it might be Maggie, my heart skips a beat.
“Ian.” Pamela’s voice has my gut filling with disappointment.
“Hey, Pamela,” I reply, trying to sound as casual as possible.
She glances between our shoulders before leveling me with a serious stare. “I don’t have a lot of time. I want to get back to the table, but I need to tell you something.”
Her words pique my curiosity. I raise my eyebrows in question as we take a step closer when the line moves forward.
“I might’ve been wrong.”
My brow furrows at that. I have no idea what she’s talking about. She pats my pec with the hand not gripping my bicep.
“I don’t think Maggie said those things to you because she actually felt that way.”
My stomach flips as shock rolls through my body. “What do you mean? Did she say that?”
Pamela shakes her head. “No, I didn’t say anything to her about knowing what happened. But I’ve been talking to her all night. I wanted to see what the deal was with her. And besides her watching you like a lost puppy, there’s just something about her… I think there’s more going on than either of us understands.”
She was watching me, too?
But anger replaces the blooming excitement.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with that information,Pamela?” I spit out, frustration dripping from every word.
She grimaces. “I don’t know, exactly. Maybe don’t write her off quite yet.” Patting my pec one more time, she leaves, and I get drinks for Nate and me as my thoughts spiral.
Returning to where I left him a few minutes earlier, I hand him the beer and take a sip. He looks as grumpy as I generally feel.
“Why do you look like you smell shit or something?” I bump his elbow.
“Nothing, man. I think I’m just exhausted.” He looks around with a sigh. “I’m going to go say hi to my sister.”
“Oh, which one? Is Pamela here?” I ask excitedly.
Even though I literally just talked to her, I can’t help but fuck with Nate. None of the guys know I’ve been talking to Pamela, but we’ve admitted we’re friends. It weirds Nate out, and his reaction amuses me, so I take every chance to bring up our friendship.
“Not fucking cool, dickhead,” he calls out over my shoulder as he stalks away.
I watch him take a seat at the table, a few seats over from Maggie, who’s still chatting with Pamela. I don’t know what to make of what Pamela said. Why would Maggie want to hurt me like that? Why would she want to push me away when she wants to be with me?
Unable to tear my eyes away from Maggie when Pamela starts talking with someone else, I hold my breath as she twists in her chair, and our eyes meet.
I’m not sure what I expected to receive, but a fury-filled glare was not it.
