“No one really,” I answered dismissively. I looked towards the dressing room door. “Where’s Craig?”
Marla shrugged, her fingernails scrapping against my arm in a way that made my skin crawl. “He’ll be along. Did he tell you about the get together at ours later?”
“Yeah, he did.” I found myself still looking for Morgan hoping she might yet show up. Did that make me pathetic?
Quite possibly.
Marla glanced around as well, obviously wondering what I was looking for. “I hope you come by. It’s been too long since you’ve been over.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet. Fake and dishonest. Just like her marriage to Craig.
“I don’t know.” Damn Morgan. Why hadn’t she waited?
I had her number in my phone, maybe I should call her?
Dear god, why was I even contemplating it?
I didn’t call women.
I didn’t agonize over whether I saw them or not.
But here I was doing just that.
Fucking, bloody hell.
“Lucas, did you hear me?” Marla sounded put out, her mouth pursed in a pout.
“What?” I blinked, wishing she’d go away already.
“You’re waiting for someone. I can tell. Is it that woman I saw you talking to earlier?” Marla asked with an edge to her tone.
“What’s it to you?” I asked coldly, finally looking at the beautiful woman beside me. She was a perfect example of how people’s insides weren’t always reflected on the outside. Because she was gorgeous. A lovely serpent waiting to sink her fangs into you.
“She’s didn’t seem like anything special. I wouldn’t waste your time waiting around when you have so many other options,” she added, flipping her hair behind her shoulders.
“And what are my other options, Marla?” I asked, my voice quietly lethal. She had no idea how thin the ice beneath her was.
She licked her lips. They were too plump. Obviously not natural.
“I think you know, Lucas.” She played with a piece of her hair. Wrapping it around her finger over and over again.
“Marla, I’m not sure why you think anything would happen between us—”
“Stop pretending as if something already hasn’t,” she interrupted, her breath coming fast, her eyes fevered.
“That was before, Marla. You’re with Craig. You’re married to Craig. And I’m not interested. Not in the least.” I didn’t want to be hateful, but the woman was too pushy. Too needy.
“I wouldn’t have married him, you know,” she murmured so low that I barely heard him.
“Pardon?” I asked in exasperation.
She let go of my hand, her expression changing. Going almost soft. What the actual fuck?
“If I had thought you and I…if what happened between us had led to something more, I never would have married him.” Marla looked up at me through her false eyelashes.
“Don’t say shit like that, Marla. It’s messed up.”
I was getting aggravated. And more than a little angry on Craig’s behalf.
She was referring to something that was ancient history. Something I refused to think about. Something that would never be repeated.
