“This is total insanity,” she said, more to herself.
We slid into a booth in the corner, away from everyone else. A woman I assumed was Sherry immediately brought us a tray of shots and set them on the table in front of us.
“I’m Sherry. I’ll be taking care of you this evening.” She pursed her full lips and shook out a head of curly brown hair. She was pretty in the made up way I was used to with women. And it was obvious she didn’t care I had shown up with Morgan. Not that I was surprised. The place was full of goal diggers, I could tell that instantly. Those sort didn’t care if you were with a woman. If you were a footballer, you were fair game.
“If you need anything, and I meananything, just let me know.” She put her hand on mine briefly before leaving.
“Did she seriously just proposition you with me sitting right here?” Morgan laughed, shaking her head.
I handed her one of the shots before knocking one back. “Some of these women have no shame. I should have known Alan would like this place.” I gestured towards a guy a little older than me sitting in a booth with a fit blonde woman, his hand up her shirt and his tongue down her throat. “See that guy over there slobbering all over the blond?”
“Yeah,” Morgan answered.
“That’s Greg Banner. He’s the right wing back for the Durham Cats. And that’s not his wife. Susan is a brunette and about ten years older than that girl in his lap.”
Morgan covered her mouth with her hand. “So he’s cheating on his wife out here in the open like this? That’s awful.”
“It’s how it is. Doesn’t make it right though.” I downed another shot. “Come on, Morgan, drink up, I want to see some drunken swaying.”
Morgan was still staring at Greg and the amateur porn show he was putting on. I took hold of her chin and gently pulled her face towards me. “Don’t worry about that stuff. You’re here with me.”
She frowned. “Is that what you do when you go to clubs? Hook up with any girl that throws herself at you?”
“Don’t do that,” I growled, annoyed by her comment. Mostly because it was too close to the truth.
“Do what?” she asked. “Tell it like it is?”
I cupped the back of her neck and kissed her roughly. Our teeth banging together. “Don’t start thinking about all the things you think I used to do.”
“Used to do?” she raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
I kissed her again. Gentle this time. “Everything that came before you doesn’t matter.”
Her expression softened. “What are you saying, Lucas?”
I opened my mouth to tell her that I only thought about her. That the other woman didn’t matter. Because when I was with her, she was enough. Hell, even when I wasn’t with her, she was all I wanted.
But I didn’t get a chance.
“Lucas Bradley! I didn’t know you were staying in London!”
No fucking way.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Marla standing there in the most ridiculous excuse for a dress I had ever seen. Stefan’s girlfriend and George’s fiancé were with her, each looking as sleazy as Craig’s wife.
“Hi, Marla.”
Marla sat down in the booth across from us. I could feel Morgan tensing beside me. I felt something on my leg and I realized it was Marla’s foot rubbing the inside of my calf. I glared at her and moved my leg out of reach.
Marla licked her lips and gave Morgan a fake smile. “Oh hello again. I am so bad with names, what’s yours again?”
“Mandy,” Morgan replied and Marla seemed confused. I couldn’t help but snicker. It was more than obvious Marla knew Morgan’s name, she was just being a bitch and Morgan was calling her out.
I put my arm around Morgan’s shoulders, pressing her into my side. “Where’s Craig?” I asked.
Marla dug into her purse and pulled out a pill bottle, shaking a few into her palm. She held them out to me but I shook my head. She shrugged and put the lot into her mouth, taking one of the shots on the table and washing the drugs down. “He went back to Chester. The girls and I wanted to stay in London for the night.”
I had no doubt why she wanted to stay in London. She was dressed for the kill. I only felt sorry for whatever poor schmuck she sank her claws into for the night. And I felt sorry for Craig who had no idea his wife was whoring around on his dime.
