His lips quirked up into that cocky grin again, and my irritation flared at the same time that my heart jumped into my throat.
“What a great idea. I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, as if my comment were a sincere suggestion.
“Great. Are we done here?” I asked, tossing back the rest of my drink.
“What’s your hurry?” he asked, mouth still full of food.
“My tolerance for cocky, playboy assholes has reached its limits for the day.” I threw my napkin onto my plate.
He eased back into his chair, unbothered. “Wow. Tell me how you really feel.”
“If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...”
“All because I suggested a burlesque show?”
I stared at him, resting my chin in my hand. “Of course, that’s not the only reason. My opinion probably has something to do with your propensity to get the number of every waitress we have.” I eyed Jasmine across the room.
“You’re one to talk,” he muttered.
“Excuse me?” I gasped out, skewering him with a death glare.
“Don’t pretend you’re any better than I am. I’ve seen you pick up plenty of guys at the bar, and it’s not like you’ve had any relationship that’s lasted longer than, oh I don’t know, a week,” he sneered.
I sat in stunned silence, mouth gaping, grasping for something to say, to turn the tables on him. Sure, I picked up my fair share of guys, but it wasn’t my fault none of them stuck. I just truly sucked at picking them.
Obviously.
When I’d agreed to go on a date withhim, I thought I would be more than another notch on his bedpost. Whatever he had with Nora had been more important to him. I worried at my bottom lip, hating how much that night still bothered me. It was burned in my memory as both the best and worst date I’d ever had. I needed to get out of here. Being around him without the buffer of Jack and Liv was too much.
“Well, it’s been real, but I’m getting out of here to go find someone I actually enjoy spending time with.”
“Ouch, I’m hurt,” he said, tone dripping in sarcasm.
I threw some cash on the table.
“Eve, keep your damn money. I’ll pay for supper.” He slid my money back toward me.
There was no way I was letting him pay for a damn thing. We weren’t on a date. I could pay for my own meal.
“Just because I don’t have a ‘grown up job’ doesn’t mean I can’t afford my own dinner.”
“Suit yourself. Text me when you get the plans finalized.”
“Sure.” I grabbed my purse and exited the restaurant, feeling angry and raw all over again.
A Friendly Handshake To Her Asscheek
Ben
Igrabbedabeerfrom Jack and Olivia’s fridge and parked myself in the armchair. They had decided they wanted to spend the night in, so we ordered the pay-per-view fight at their apartment so Jack and I could watch it together.
Until he got distracted by his fiancée, that is. Not that I had anything against Olivia.
I didn’t.
In fact, we’d formed some sort of bond when she and Jack had gone through their short-lived breakup. I’d worked with her in the gym when Jack couldn’t, and we’d found mutual ground there and a friendship separate from just being my best friend’s girlfriend. She was also a cool ass person who knew how to have a good time and could bring Jack out of his rigid shell every now and again.
So, while this was supposed to be a guys’ night, I didn’t mind too much that she joined us in their living room. It’s not like I was jealous that Jack’s fiancée got so much more time with him now than I did.
