“That could be arranged,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
I take a bite of pizza, pretending like I’m not giddy at the idea. I would 100 percent do that. Two of my favorite things to have in my mouth at once.
The waitress drops off the basket of onion rings I demanded we get, and I slide out of my chair. “I need to get some ketchup. Be right back.”
I’m standing in line, waiting for the couple in front of me to get some napkins from the condiment stand, when someone approaches me. “How are you?”
I turn, facing the man next to me. He’s tall and beefy, with dark hair and a nice smile. “I’m good. You?”
“Can’t complain.”
I nod, moving up the line and grabbing my things.
“Have I seen you here before? You look familiar.”
I laugh to myself. That’s the oldest line in the book. “No, it’s my first time.”
“Ah, guess the line didn’t work then, huh?” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He seems nervous, which is flattering.
I glance behind him to the high top Travis is sitting at. He’s watching me closely, leaning over the table with his chin in his hand, a slight grin on his face.
My, how the tables have turned, Mr. Beckett. Let’s see how you like to be toyed with.
“Do you come here often?” I ask, smiling at how cheesy that sounded, but the guy laughs, too.
“Actually, yeah. Almost every day for lunch. I work around the block.”
I prop my hip against the stand housing all the condiments and smile up at him, hoping Travis can see how flirty I’m being. But when I look back at our table, I frown. Two girls are crowded around him now. Their laughter pierces my ears, and my blood pressure starts to climb. What the hell?
One of the girls presses close, her hand touching his shoulder, while the other stares at him with doe eyes.
It’s that motherfucking suit!
When he popped out of the bathroom earlier, I knew I was screwed. Classic and black, with a dark gray button-down underneath, and a silky tie. All fitted to him like a second skin.
Ok, it’s notjustthe suit. He attracts women everywhere he goes, but the suit makes his attractiveness even more overpowering. He reeks of confidence. AndIknow he can back it up.
There's something magnificent under those dress pants, and he knows how to use it, too.
“Did you hear me?”
I snap back to the dude in front of me. “Sorry?”
“I said, would you like to get a drink with me?”
My eyes drift again. This time, Travis is looking my way, the smirk on his lips speaking to me.Game on, rockstar.
This is actual fucking bullshit.
I’ve been sitting at the bar with…whatever his name is, for twenty minutes, listening to him blab about stocks or clocks or something. I tried being present, but he hasn’t asked me anything about myself. He just wants an ego stroke. Well, he picked the wrong girl for that.
I’m only still here because I was waiting on Travis to go caveman and throw me over his shoulder. I wanted him to be eaten alive with jealousy. To the point he had to pound on his chest and take me right here, show everyone who I belong to.
Wait, I belong to him now?
I let my eyes wander back to the table. The same girls are still there, and there’s been so much laughter coming from that direction that I want to rip my eardrums out. How is he not bothered? This guy is good-looking. He touched my leg. I’ve stroked his shoulder, the same way the girl did to Travis.
“You haven’t touched your drink.” The guy stares down at the full margarita he ordered me, even though I politely declined.
