*****Captain Asshole has left the group*****
West: Asshole. He’s here too. He even brought binoculars.
Me: WHAT?
Me: That is so creepy.
West: But not me… right?
Me: Debatable.
West: I’ll take it.
West: So back to my question.
West: Want to make the night more interesting? With me?
West: I’ll make sure tonight ends the way you hoped.
West: Let’s be honest, could you say the same about the guy beside you?
I peeked out of the corner of my eye at Stew, who was glaring at his empty plate.
Me: What do you propose?
West: Excuse yourself to the bathroom.
Me: Then what?
West: Come find out.
Me: Will he be there too?
I chewed on my lip, unsure how I wanted him to respond. On one hand, I’d love Langston’s palm sealed around my throat again while West devoured my mouth. But then again, I’d have to actually deal with his asshole attitude, which would really kill the mood.
West: He’s promised to be a good boy.
A soft snort escaped.
Me: I know that didn’t happen.
“Juno,” Finley said, making me jump. The phone landed on my lap as I jerked my attention up to her and Kale. “Are you feeling okay? You’re looking all flushed.”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Is it hot in here?”
Kale’s slow smirk told me he knew exactly what was going on. “Oh, I think she’s just fine. Care to share those texts you’re reading with the table?”
“No,” I blurted too quickly, making him and Finley chuckle. I dared a look out of the corner of my eye at my date and blinked in shock at the empty chair. “Where did he go?”
“He didn’t say. Just got up from the table and walked off.” Finley shoved Kale’s arm off her chair. “And you, how could you set up my friend with that guy?” She crossed her arms in frustration and shifted in her seat to face Kale.
He held up both hands in surrender. “It was kind of a last-minute request, Finley.”
While they bickered back and forth, I turned my attention back to my phone to scan the missed texts.
West: Perfect time to break away, sweet cheeks.
West: I’ll make it worth your while.
