Her coy smile faltered for a second, and then it was back in full force. Without asking, she pulled out the chair to his left and sat down, making sure to lean forward enough to give him a view of her generous cleavage. She reached forward to run her fingers down his arm only to find his arm pulled back.
“Can I help you?” Jason asked, feeling all his good humor fade away. There was no doubt this woman had seen Haley with him only a few minutes ago. It’s funny how once upon a time, he would have found this woman’s assertive behavior flattering and probably would have ditched his date for her, but now he was with Haley. It pissed him off to no end that women took one look at his little grasshopper and dismissed her as though she was nothing.
“Well,” she said, drawing out the word as she shifted in her chair, giving him a better glimpse of her breasts, “I was over there with my friends and funny enough, you were the topic of conversation. Then suddenly, you were here, and I couldn’t help but feel that fate was telling me that you and I should be spending a long sleepless night in my bed tonight,” she said in a husky voice.
“Holy shit,” Mitch muttered, taking a much-needed sip of beer.
“Weren’t you sitting with Haley’s friends?” Brad pointed out, sounding as pissed as Jason felt.
She shrugged Brad’s comment off. “I’m sitting with my friends,” she stressed. “I would never be friends with someone as cold as Haley.”
With that announcement, all three men broke out laughing. Haley was many things, but cold? Hell, no.
She may still be a bit of a pushover, but only because she truly cared about not hurting other people’s feelings. That was something they needed to work on, but he was willing to overlook it for now.
The woman glared at him as she crossed her arms over her ample chest, giving him what was probably her best bitch look.
“I wonder how you would feel if you found out that you were being played,” she snapped.
“Oh, and who’s playing me?” Jason asked, still chuckling.
“Haley,” she said.
“You can go now,” Jason said, gesturing with his beer for her to leave. Damn, women truly could be cold-hearted bitches. Putting down his little grasshopper for a chance at him was low. It was understandable, but low.
She cocked her head to the side, studying him. “Oh, really? Don’t think she’s playing with you?”
“Would never happen,” Jason said, gesturing again for her to leave. Even Mitch looked like he wanted her to leave and that was saying something. The man usually wasn’t so selective about his bed partners and for him to want an easy woman to leave said a great deal about how he felt about Haley. Jason knew the man was starting to see Haley as a sister, otherwise, he’d have to bitch slap him.
“Then, why hasn’t she slept with you yet?” she asked, grinning smugly.
Everything in him froze with that question. His eyes darted over to his two friends to see that both men were staring at him, clearly shocked.
“You have absolutely no idea what the hell you’re talking about,” Jason snapped, trying to ignore the dread that was settling in his stomach.
They’d been together for two months and never once had he pushed or questioned her about her refusal to sleep with him. Even during those times when he’d thought he’d die if he didn’t slide inside her, he’d held back. He’d assumed she just wanted to take it slow, make sure that he wasn’t going to be an asshole and drop her ass when he got bored with her. Suddenly he wished he’d asked her why she wouldn’t sleep with him the first and only time she’d brought it up instead of just being happy that she was giving him a chance.
“Oh? I happen to know that she hasn’t slept with you and has no plans to. She’s playing you right now. According to her, you just don’t measure up to her standards.”
Mitch laughed it off. “Sweetheart, go try and play someone else. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”
She cocked a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him as she stood up. “Don’t I? I know she won’t sleep with him because she’s not in love with him,” she announced triumphantly, causing the air in his lungs to leave him in a rush.
“When you get tired of being played with, give me a call,” she said, pushing a folded napkin towards him.
He was barely aware of what Mitch and Brad said to her or Mitch grabbing the napkin and tearing it up.
Haley didn’t love him.
“Jason, you don’t look so good, man,” Mitch said, getting up and taking the seat the cold-hearted bitch had just vacated. He grabbed the pitcher of beer and filled Jason’s glass. “Take a drink,” he said, shoving the glass at him until he had little choice but to do exactly that.
“Look, I don’t know what bullshit she was spewing, but I do know that Haley absolutely adores you,” Mitch said in a reassuring voice, scaring the hell out of him. Mitch wouldn’t try comforting him unless it was bad.
“He’s right,” Brad easily agreed. “She’s obviously trying to start some shit for Haley. Just ignore her bullshit. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
Jason forced a smile. “Maybe you’re right.”
Mitch snorted. “Of course, we’re right. Anyone who’s been around the two of you the last two months knows that the two of you can’t keep your hands off each other.”
