Zoey made a stupid noise that sounded like a cough and a choke. "You wouldn't let him hide his salami?"
"Pump gas into your tank?"
"Hibernate in your cave?"
"Catch a ride on the Kitty Kat Express?"
"Tenderize your meat?"
I groaned between laughs. "And I wonder why none of us have steady relationships."
Chapter 13
I tugged at the bottom of my dress for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes, earning a scowl from Josh.
"Quit fidgeting with your hem!" he hissed before tossing back a shot of whatever the bartender had supplied him with. Josh used his thumb to wipe at the corner of his lips. "You look great, Kat, so quit that shit."
"I don't mind showing off some leg, but I don't want everyone to see my ass," I tried to explain to him.
I wasn't shy with my body for the most part. I'd inherited my dad, Frank's, excellent metabolism later in life, exercised regularly, and ate pretty well. Obviously, I was no size zero like Zoey, but I was content and comfortable with my size four. Well, usually more like a five or a six depending on how often I was going to the gym.
Josh cocked an eyebrow at me, shifting on the stool he was occupying at the bar as he raked his dark blue eyes up and down my frame. I'd feel uncomfortable if any another man looked at me like he would some prized sports car, but this was Josh. Josh who I had caught wearing my underwear multiple times when we were roommates in college. Josh who liked DP and I wasn't talking about Dr. Pepper or double penetration in the form of vag and ass.
Zoey and I were more excited about giving him Officer Spanky, as we'd started calling him, than we were about his birthday party. Unfortunately, the birthday boy and I were the first ones at Breeze. Zoey was coming with somefriendnamed Eva as well as bringing along Ryan, her brother. Nicole was going to pick up Calum. That idea made me laugh a little because it was typical Nikki behavior. She always picked up the guy on their first date. I think she was trying to send a message of dominance, but who really knows. I was surprised she managed to wait more than an entire week to meet up with Calum instead of caving in and meeting him up for some "P and V time," as she deemed it.
It had already been seven days since the porn convention. Time went by so fast it felt like only a couple of days instead. Now that school was out of session, I was busy working on my newest book and hitting up the gym with Zoey for hours. Unfortunately, the stud muffin I'd created for my newest novel shared pretty much every trait with Tristan King. Go fucking figure. The one person I tried not to think about was also the one person I couldn't stop thinking of. I didn't go as far as to name him Tristan too, but I settled for Christian the moment I came across the name randomly one night.
"I like your dress," Josh said, running a manicured finger down the strap of my polka dot black dress. It had tiny spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, reached me at a respectable knee-length, but the best part of it was that I found it on sale.
I squeezed Josh's nose between the knuckles of my index and middle finger because I knew how much he hated it. "Thank you. You look nice too." He grimaced as he pulled away, adjusting the dark gray suit he was wearing over a crisp white shirt, and looked around to make sure any potential suitors didn't interpret my action as a romantic advance.
"So, is Robby Lingus coming or what?" he asked, picking up the mojito that he ordered at the same time as his shot.
The bad thing about having three friends who were all really nosey, as well as really close, was that if one knew something that the others didn't, it was only a matter of hours before everyone knew. It was a blessing and a curse. I'd have to give Zoey and Nicole credit though, Josh didn't find out about the Tristan and Robby situation until the day after porn con. Being the good friend that he was, he spent an hour going into details on how much prettier, smarter, and sexier I was than any of the other girls he'd ever seen Tristan with in his pornos. My boobs, ass, legs, face, and intelligence had never been more complimented in my life before that conversation.
It was a testament to my ignorance that my gay best friend knew who Robby Lingus was and I didn't. I didn’t even know Josh watched anything other than male-on-male porn.
"No clue. Nikki didn't say anything, so I wouldn't put my money on it."
Josh frowned, raising his hand to touch his rock-hard hair. I swear he used half a bottle of gel on his blonde hair everyday. Where Zoey, Nikki, and I didn't bother highlighting or coloring our hair, Josh didn't hold back. He had white-blonde highlights redone every three weeks, religiously.
He frowned and shrugged. "You think he might be at least a little gay?"
I snorted before I picked up my glass of vodka and cranberry juice. "I don't think you can be a little gay," I laughed, but secretly asked God not to let him swing both ways.
"You never know, Booger. Maybe he secretly likes bratwurst," Josh said with a straight face. I couldn't help but wince at his use of my nickname.
"Is that what you're going to wish for tonight?"
Josh crossed his fingers on both hands and closed his eyes. "All I want for my birthday is for Robby Lingus to be gay," he chanted before we both burst out laughing.
A manly snort interrupted us, followed be a velvety, smooth voice that sounded amused. "I'm flattered, but I think you'd have better luck wishing Calum was gay. He likes crossing swords."
Josh and I spun around in our stools to face the source of the milky, smooth voice, but I already knew who it was. Tristan was of course standing just two feet behind us, his hands as always, buried into the front pockets of his charcoal colored, slim-fitting pants. The black button down shirt he had on was neatly tucked into his pants and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
Good golly, Molly. I was worried Josh would try to bite him if I didn't get to it first.
Tristan grinned at both of us, when we noticed that Calum stood right behind him with Nikki in tow. "It happens, Tristan. It's just... life. When you have two shafts that close together, you just can't help it." Calum explained with a shake of his head.
