He was staring at my tits.
Okay, he was with his chick and staring at my chest.
Maybehewas the Supreme Asshole of All Time.
“My ex,” she answered.“Hey, Mo.”
“Hey,” he grunted.
Mo Translation: I have zero interest in conversing with you.
Then again, he had zero interest in conversing with justabout everybody as far as I could tell.
I was understanding why she was an ex when she ignored hisvibe and asked, “How’s things?”
Another grunt of, “Good.”
She sliced a glance at me.“Is this your new—?”
“Yup,” I said, cutting her off before Mo could say anything,then shifting and putting my arm around his waist.
Or trying.He had a wide waist.It was trim, but it waswide.
I finally grabbed hold of the other side, barely, my fingerssliding off the slick material of his skintight compression shirt.
So I grabbed onto a beltloop of his cargos.
Her gaze dropped to my finger hooked through his beltloop,her eyes narrowed, and she didn’t seem to notice it took long moments for Mo todrop his arm around my shoulders.
I nearly crumbled to the floor.
His arm had to weigh more than my entire body.
I held steady and took the shot of acid she aimed at me fromher eyes.
I shot her an acid neutralization glare and followed it upwith a laser beam stare.
She blinked (yeah, my laser beam starerocked) thentried to deflect by looking back to Mo.
“I haven’t heard from you in a while,” she remarked.
Her dude gave her a look.
Mo said nothing.
I said something.
“That happens when you break up, Tammy.”
“I’m sorry, you are?”she asked me.
“Lottie.”I grinned saccharine sweet.“Nicetameetya.”
“Well, Lottie,” she doused my sweet with some bitter, “weonly broke up a month ago.”
Bitch Translation: It hasn’t been that long for you to bethis tight with him, so I got you.
“Though you were fuckin’ him a lot longer than that, yeah,Tammy?”
