“Okay.”
I took her hand and helped her slide off the barstool. Her breasts pushed against my chest, and her eyelashes lowered as she bit her bottom lip.
“After you,” I muttered, extending my hand out. She walked ahead of me, and it was hard as hell to keep my eyes up on her shoulders and upper back. The more that ass bounced, the more it became like a magnet, dragging my eyes down to it and the curve of her thighs and the arch in her back just above her ass.
A vision of her arching her back as I hit it from behind flashed behind my eyelids.
“Fuck,” I grumbled.
She turned back and looked over her shoulder at me. “You say something?” she asked over the music.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“How about this table?” she asked, stopping at one.
I hurriedly slipped in the booth, not waiting for her to take her seat first. I didn’t need her seeing my growing erection.
“I guess that’s a yes.” Chanel giggled and sat down opposite me.
“Truth or dare?”
“What?”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth. If Muffin hadn’t cheated, would you be happily married or satisfied?”
Sighing, I replied, “Satisfied.”
“Why just satisfied?”
“Because we had shit in our pasts that we never addressed. It would always be hanging over our heads and echoing out in the distance.”
“That’s fair.”
“Truth or dare?” I asked.
“Truth.”
“Why did your husband divorce you?”
Her expression closed me out, and I could tell that I hit a sore spot. Placing my hands on the table, I leaned forward. “That’s what that question you just asked me felt like. I mean, I get that you’re a reporter, so you instantly go into that mode. But sometimes, you got a way of asking the hard shit that pours salt on open wounds. You’ve had two years to become acclimated to your new normal. Mine hasn’t even begun yet.”
She bit her bottom lip and reached out and placed her hands on top of mine. “Sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have gone there. It was very insensitive of me.”
I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and I turned sideways to catch a glimpse of what was happening. It must have been a fan because the girl just waved and then left the bar.
“Do you ever get accustomed to that?”
“Nope. But I’m sure you know what it’s like.”
She laughed. “Come on. I’ve got my share of fans, but nothing like you guys.”
“It’s the same no matter how many fans you’ve got.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
Laughing, I replied, “You’re right.”
