“I’m out. Talk to you tomorrow.” My partner picked up a glass and finished it in one smooth swallow. I watched his throat bob and imagined what he’d taste like and how he’d feel in my mouth.
“That didn’t take long.”
Hold up. I knew that voice. “Grady?” I peered at the table.
“Bailey. I see you’ve met my brother.”
My jaw dropped. “Your brother?” I blinked.
“You know Grady?” My leather-clad hottie stared at us in confusion.
“Yeah. We have friends in common.”
He crossed his arms, lip curled in a sneer. “Of course. You’re a lawyer.”
I grinned. “You say that as if it’s a dirty word.”
“It has been sometimes.”
“Keston.” Grady’s voice held a slight warning. “Bailey’s cool.”
A dark brow arched high. “Your name isBailey? Damn. I picked the WASPiest guy in the city to go home with.”
With that attitude, my good mood vanished, and I stuck my face in his. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you never to assume,Keston? Both those statements are wrong: I’m not a WASP, and you just lost your shot at bringing me home with you.” I patted his cheek and trailed my fingers across his sharply cut jaw. “And I’m a great lay. Too bad you’ll never find out.”
With Grady’s cackle ringing in my ears, I left Keston standing and strode out of the club. It took me a moment to reacclimate myself to the relative quiet once I was outside, and I called for a car. I glanced back, maybe hoping Keston would follow me, but I dismissed that almost immediately. The guy was supermodel gorgeous. He didn’t need to grovel to get someone in his bed.
Besides, he was a bit of a dick. Although I could admit I’d been ready to give it up right away. Maybe the universe was trying to tell me,Hey, Bailey. You don’t need to fuck someone to make them like you.But even after years of therapy, old habits were hard to break.
I might’ve acted too quickly, but there was little I could do about it now. No way would I return to the club. My car arrived, and once we were on our way, I got on my phone and saw a text from Grady.
My brother can be an ass, but he’s a good guy.
I rolled my eyes.Yeah, I could tell.
No, seriously. He’s still here bitching about how you left him.
And that means what?I was such a needy bastard.
You caught his eye, and he can’t forget you.
Yep, there it was, that thrill of knowing someone wanted me, but I had to play it cool.
You must be smoking something.
Waiting for his response, I chewed my lip.
Nah. He’s just complicated.
I snorted as my fingers flew.Who isn’t?
Grady sent a laughing emoji followed by:He owns a tattoo parlor on St. Mark’s. Inktastic.
Why did that not surprise me?
And you’re telling me this why? Do I look like I have tattoos?
I wouldn’t know. TTYL.
