Actually, knowing Tiff, she was more than likely dying to tell me, “I told you so,” since she’d practically engineered the whole thing, but I didn’t care. I’d had the best night of my life, and she could take the damn credit.
“Normally. I’m more of a parade girl, but I’ll settle for a national holiday,” she said by way of hello as she opened the door.
“Ok, yes, get it all out now. You were—”
“Right? Fantastic? The best wing woman ever?” she said, thrilled.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn’t. Not with the shit-eating grin that took over my face.
Tiff actually looked impressed. “That good, huh?”
“Incredible,” I answered.
“I do know how to pick ‘em.”
I shrugged off my blazer and draped it over my bag before dropping onto her couch. It may have been sourced off a street corner, but the thing was insanely comfortable. I did not want to think too hard about why that was. “Yes, thank you. I would never have even left the house if you hadn’t invited me.”
“I know.”
“And I wouldn’t have even met him if you hadn’t forced me to sit next to him and been so annoying trying to get us to talk to each other.”
“I know.”
“And I probably would have left without him if you hadn’t—”
“Audrey, I know!” she grumbled. “I take it back. I don’t want the parade anymore.” For all of Tiff’s swagger, she actually didn’t enjoy people heaping too much attention on her. It was one of her most endearing qualities and a big part of why I loved her. She was confident enough in herself not to need anyone else’s validation.
“Good, because that’s all the credit I’m giving you.”
“Now tell me everything. How big was he? I’m guessing above average.”
“Oh my, God, I’m not telling you that!” I paused. “What’s average anyway?”
Tiff lost her breath laughing.
10
Jackson
Iwas an idiot. Two weeks had gone by, and I was still thinking about Audrey.
It wasn’t unusual to think fondly of a woman I’d slept with, but this felt different. I felt compelled to see her again.
I’d thought about that night endlessly, and while I normally wouldn’t pursue something beyond a single night, I hoped there could be a middle ground between the one-night stands I’d had and the ”forever” that I should probably start aiming for. Especially since Audrey had been pretty adamant that she didn’t want anything serious either. It could be perfect for both of us.
But how? I didn’t know her last name, and all I could remember about her job was that it was in alcohol sales, or was it marketing? Damnit, I’d been too hypnotized by her smile and the way she spoke her mind, not to mention the way that dress had hugged the swell of her breasts.
I’d been right, too. Every inch of skin that it alluded to looked better exposed.
And more than just wanting to get into her bed again, I wanted another chance to see those dancing hazel eyes, her crooked smile, and delicate features.
Jesus, I needed to pull my shit together.
“I mean, it’s only my left leg. I can live without it.” Sarah’s casual tone pierced my thoughts.
“Wait, back up. What are you talking about?”
Sarah’s glare told me she knew I hadn’t been paying attention. Shit. “Oh, so now you’re listening to me? What has you so distracted anyway?”
