I knew these things.
I knew when I made a woman wet. And she was practically dripping for me.
“Bradley, I thought we talked about this. You said things were cool with you and Marla,” Craig said, looking disappointed. Sometimes dealing with Craig was like dealing with a little kid. I noticed Alan and Nolan smirking. They knew all too well how “cool” Marla was with me. They just didn’t know the full history, nor would they ever.
“It has nothing to do with Marla,” I told him, clasping his shoulder. Poor idiot.
“Was that Morgan I saw earlier? How the hell did she get into the dressing room?” Alan asked.
“Morgan? Who’s Morgan?” Nolan asked. Why hadn’t he left yet? I sure as hell didn’t want to talk about Morgan in front of him.
“The fit bird with the dark hair. Didn’t you see her?” Alan asked him.
“I must have missed her. That’s a shame,” Nolan said.
“I just have stuff to do.” I wasn’t talking about this with them. They were worse than a bunch of primary school kids.
“Orpeopleto do,” Alan leered.
I grabbed my bag from the dressing room and headed towards the exit. “I’ll talk to you dumbasses later.”
I pushed through the door, a smile on my face. My heart started beating in triple time. My palms were actually sweating.
I was excited to see her.
The late afternoon sun blinded me for a moment. I shielded my eyes and looked around for the woman I was expecting.
And she wasn’t there.
My stomach dropped and I felt encroaching disappointment.
Fucking hell, Morgan hadn’t waited.
I stood in the middle of the car park, looking around as though she may be hiding behind the bloody hedgerow.
I gritted my teeth and thought about hitting something.
Or someone.
Morgan hadn’t come.
Which meant she most likely had gone home with Phil the loser.
I clenched my fists at the thought. Why did it bother me so badly? So what if she went home with the nob? I barely knew the woman.
But it did bother me.
It bothered me a lot.
“If looks could kill,” a voice purred behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and did all I could to suppress my groan.
“Hi, Marla,” I mumbled, only because I knew that if I didn’t acknowledge her she’d do something drastic to get my attention.
Craig’s wife came up beside me, standing uncomfortably close. Her perfume was strong and I tried not to cough. She smelled as though she had bathed in it.
“Who are you waiting for?” she asked, looping her arm with mine. I stiffened, not liking her touching me.
