“One can never apologize too many times,” I told her, and Renee laughed. Fuck, I love her laugh. So airy and carefree. She was fucking spectacular.
My dick was pushing against the inseam of my pants, and I had to shift a bit to relieve some of the pressure.
“Of course, they can,” Renee purrs, playing with her bottom lip as she watches me. It was all I had in me not to jump over the table and fuck her dirty.
“Fine.” I put my hands up in a joking surrender. “No more sorries for you.”
“Good then, it’s settled.” Renee slapped the top of the table and stood up, leaning over so her breasts were nearly hanging out, right in my vision. “Let’s go on a date,” she said. “The bar, O’Malley’s. Nine ’O clock. I’ll meet you there.”
Before I could answer or even think of something to say that wasn’t completely ridiculous, she turns on her heel and saunters away, shaking that ass like a fucking strip tease until she joins her friend Jami and the two of them vanish, giggling like schoolgirls.
They were up to something, but I didn’t care what it was.
I was finally going on a date with Renee Lyon.
* * *
“Where the fuck areyou going?” Jake asked, shifting his weight on the couch to face me.
“Out,” I said.
“Out where?”
“None of your business.” I shrugged on my jacket, ignoring Jake’s stabbing eyes deep into my back. It was 8:45. I was due to meet Renee in fifteen minutes at the bar.
“You look like a dumbass,” Jake said, liftinghisdumb ass from his seat to scrutinize me. He comes in closer, taking a long whiff. “And you stink.”
“I don’t stink, asshole. That’s cologne. Just because it doesn’t smell like a sweaty football helmet and decaying socks doesn't mean it stinks, okay?”
“Whatever you say, bro. Are you going on a date?”
“Even if I am, that’s none of your business.”
“Who’s the guy?”
“Shut up, asshole.”
“Just trying to take an interest. That’s what friends are for, right?” Jake put his hands in the air and winked at me. “Where are you going for this date?”
“That’s also none of your business.”
“Are you going to the bar?”
“Jake, shut the fuck up.”
“I was only asking.”
I roll my eyes and look back at him over my shoulder, lips pressed together so tightly they begin to hurt. “Didn’t yank it too hard tonight, bro,” I seethe. “One of these days, you might accidentally pull it off.”
I shut the front door behind me, relishing in Jake’s pinched expression as it closed in his face. Nothing could fuck up this night for me ...
Especially not Jake Fucking Denny.
