I honestly wasn’t sure why she bothered coming out when Gabe was the only one she enjoyed being around. She had plenty of other friends to hang out with, so why she would subject herself to being around someone she couldn’t stand—who couldn’t stand her with equal measure—and a guy she disliked for breaking her best friend’s heart was beyond me. Maybe it was to prove a point. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t going to attempt to understand her or the way her demon mind worked. That would require way more energy than I felt like giving and would be futile.
We started trivia, writing down our answers while munching down food; the emcee would ask the questions and go around to each table after to grade our answers, marking down a tally to keep score. Tuesday Trivia at The Sandbar wasn’t always PG-13; the topics ranged from pop culture, sports, and random sex-positive questions, all in the name of fun.
“True or false: wearing socks during sex can actually increase your chance of having an orgasm.”
The tables around us chuckled, and I scoffed as I snatchedthe pen to write down our answer. “That’s obviouslyfalse. I’ve never had a girl keep socks on.”
When the thirty-second timer ran out, the emcee started moving around the tables while announcing the answer. “It istrue, based on a study done in the Netherlands.”
Morgan snorted. “Sounds like you should make sure your flings are wearing socks from here on out.”
“With me, they don’t need socks, thank you very much,” I countered.
“Do you know how many women fake orgasms?”
“Sounds like you’re familiar with it.” I smirked. “Do you need someone to show you what a real one feels like?”
She flashed a condescending grin. “In your dreams.”
“Oh, I wasn’t offering. I don’t have access to the amount of holy water I would need to shower with after.”
Morgan mocked me as she flipped me off while Gabe and Lucas shook their heads with quiet snickers.
An hour later, trivia ended with us losing by two measly points and coming in second place. And, of course, the team that won had to be the most obnoxious about the reaping bragging rights that came with coming in first.
“It’s fucking trivia, not the Super Bowl. Calm down,” I muttered as I stood from the table and headed toward the bar for a refill.
While standing at the bar, I ended up talking to a cute blonde who was out that night celebrating a friend’s birthday. The casual conversation quickly turned to shameless flirting, and I was starting to feel pretty good about the direction my Tuesday night was suddenly headed and how it might end.
My eyes dropped to her lips, watching how they wrapped around her straw to take a sip of the drink I’d bought her. “What are you doing when you leave here?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Not sure.” She smiled. “Why, you want to join us?”
I smirked. “I might want to joinyou.”
“Is that right?” She giggled. “And what would happen if youjoinedme?”
“Oh, I’m havingall sortsof ideas fill my head.” A deep chuckle left me. “We’d definitely be in for a long night.”
“Britt, come on!” A girl ran up and grabbed her arm. “We’re going somewhere else.”
I tried not to scoff at the interruption. “Where are you headed? Maybe we can continue this…”
She looked at me and smiled ruefully. “That’s okay.”
Ouch. “I thought we were having a good conversation?”
“It was…nice. But I don’t usually go home with random guys I meet at bars.” She shrugged with a grin. “Thanks for the drink, though.”
It was…nice.Nice? What the hell?
As she left with her friends, I heard a sardonic laugh and looked over just as Morgan stepped up to the bar beside me. “Aw. It looks likeWesleyis losing his touch.” She signaled to the bartender, wanting to close out her tab.
There she went with my name again. “I’m notlosinganything,” I scoffed. “She just…had plans with her friends.”
“Uh-huh.” She snorted. “Is that why you look all grumpy and frustrated?”
“I’m not grumpy or frustrated,” I lied. “And maybe you should worry less about me going home with someone and more about yourself and the reason you’re still single.”
