“Did you forget about our double date tonight?” Hank bit out, gesturing discreetly to the two women standing behind him.
Frowning, Trevor glanced at the woman by herself and looked her over. She was beautiful, stunningly so. She had just the right amount of makeup, perfect long black hair that looked like silk ending halfway down her back. Her breasts were high and full without the look of plastic and her figure was absolutely perfect.
“We thought we’d head back to the girls’ place so that Mandy could cook us all dinner. She’s a chef,” Hank announced with a cocky grin, no doubt knowing how attractive a woman who could cook was to a Bradford.
What he didn’t know was that so far, Mandy was scoring pretty high on Trevor’s perfect woman list. He shot a look over his shoulder before stepping out onto the front stoop and closing the door behind him.
He shot Mandy a smile that she quickly returned.
“So, Mandy, tell me are you a Yankees fan?”
“Yes,” she said, giving him a warm smile.
“Are you close to your family?”
“Yes.”
“Large family?”
“Yes,” she answered, frowning a bit at his questions or the rapid-fire way that he was asking them, he didn’t know or care.
“Do you think you’re fat?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on her as he waited for her to answer.
Her beautiful, perfectly painted mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before she answered. “A little, but I’m on a diet,” she rushed to explain as if that’s what he wanted to hear.
“Do you like dogs?”
“Yes, but I’m more of a cat person.”
“Are you clingy?” he demanded.
“No,” she answered with a nervous laugh as she shot her sister, who only shrugged, a look.
With a regretful sigh, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t going to work out.”
“What the hell are you doing, Trevor?” Hank demanded anxiously. No doubt the man wouldn’t be getting laid tonight, but Trevor couldn’t help it. He had standards and this woman failed to meet them.
“Maybe we could go grab a cup of coffee somewhere and get to know-”
Trevor held up his hand, stopping her before she made an even bigger fool out of herself. “Please, stop.”
“But I was only-”
“Don’t beg.”
“I wasn’t. I was just-”
“Begging?” Trevor guessed, sighing. “I know, but you’re going to have to accept that this would never work out.”
She frowned up at him. “I wasn’t begging. I was just going to suggest that we should-”
“Look,” Trevor said, reaching for the door, “this is just getting sad. I’m going to go before things get out of hand.”
“You bastard,” Hank hissed as Trevor moved past him, but he didn’t really care. He was more insulted than anything. What the hell was the man thinking bringing a woman like that to meet him? Did the man think that he was so desperate that he’d consider sleeping with a woman like that? It was really fucking insulting, Trevor thought as he climbed onto the couch behind Zoe and pulled her back against his body. She, of course, rewarded him with an elbow to his gut, which he manfully took since she turned in his arms and cuddled up quite nicely against him.
A half-hour later as he dozed off, he wondered why Hank brought him a woman like that when he clearly had standards. Then, he remembered that the man was a fucking moron and that explained everything.
Chapter 22
