Geoff rolls his eyes. “Who cares? You don’t have tomarryhim. Just have some fun! It’s been ages—you should just do it.”
Should I?
“Yeah. I think you should too.” Alex pulls her phone out. “Shit, I’d better go. I have plans with Michael tonight.”
“I have to go too,” Geoff adds. “I’m meeting Daniel after this.”
“You’re both abandoning me for guys?”
Geoff drains his wine glass. “Yes. But it’s okay, because you’ll have a guy too.” He waves at Myles across the bar and I grab his arm, pulling it down.
“Stop it!” I hiss, blushing. “He’s going to think something is up.”
“Somethingisup,” Alex says, setting down her empty wine glass. “If you have any sense, you’ll have hot sex with Myles tonight. Because Geoff and I will be.”
I give her an odd look and she laughs.
“I mean, we’ll be having hot sex.Notwith Myles,” she clarifies, rising to her feet. “Enough wine for me.”
Geoff grabs his jacket and stands too. “Come on, Cat. You don’t have to takeeveryguy so seriously. Just have a little fun, then you can get back to following your rules.”
“A little fun?” I echo, my gaze wandering traitorously to Myles.
Could I?
“And you never know,” Alex says, slinging her purse onto her shoulder, “Myles could end up being more than fun—”
“Yeah, right.” I twirl my glass with a snort.
“Well, whatever.” Geoff reaches down to give me a hug. “Just think about it, at least. You clearly want to, and so does he.”
“I’m not going to—”
“Bye!” Geoff and Alex wave and turn, pushing through the crowd.
I drain my water, watching them go. Those two are crazy. As if I’d ever have sex with Myles. And besides, he was kidding when he suggested it.
Wasn’t he?
My gaze meanders back to him at the bar, serving a line of people. I stand and stretch, feeling more clear-headed after a few glasses of water. I should go home, maybe get an early night, but for some reason I find myself drifting up to the bar and hovering impatiently, waiting for Myles to be free.
Finally, he’s reaching for the Absolut bottle with a smile. “Another vodka?”
“Water, please.”
He lifts his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything as he fills the glass. Then he leans across the bar to a guy sitting on a barstool, chatting with his friend. “Let the lady have a seat, yeah?”
The guy looks at me, sighs, then rises to stand beside his friend. I smile my thanks and slide onto the stool, turning back to Myles.
“That was a paying customer,” I say with a giggle. “I’m not even paying.”
Myles shrugs. “It won’t kill him to learn some manners.” He turns to serve another woman nearby, and disappointment washes cold over me. I was expecting him to stay and chat, maybe flirt a little, but I guess he’s working. And he needs his tips.
I sip my water as I watch him take the woman’s order, waiting for him to toss up the bottle and tell her she’s gorgeous and none of the guys here are good enough for her—or whatever bullshit he’s spinning lately—but he just pours her drink and hands it over.
I’m guessing she’s a regular, because she waits, as if expecting something more from him. I feel a tiny swell of triumph when she slinks away, and I turn back to my drink.
Ugh, water is boring. I want another vodka, even though I know that’s a bad idea. I should stay sober. I’m supposed to be sensible, in control…
