I grin down at her, my eyes alternating between hers and her stained-red lips.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see that lipstick smeared all over my dick later tonight.
“Do I want to play a game with one of the country’s biggest players? Absolutely not.”
“Ah, see, and I thought you were going to be fun.”
“I am fun. What I’m not is stupid. Excuse me,” she states before marching away.
This time, I let her go.
I keep my eyes on her as she heads toward the sign for the restrooms.
“What did you say?” Killer asks as he steps up beside me and watches her go.
“That I’m going to rock her fucking world the second she’s ready.”
“And she turned you down? How does it feel to lose, Casanova?”
I don’t take my eyes from her until she’s disappeared around the corner, and then I turn to my teammate.
“I haven’t lost. The night is still young. And unless she’s planning on climbing out of a second-floor window, she’ll be back out in a few minutes. She just needs time to realize I’m right.” I watch as her friend also excuses herself and follows her to the bathroom.
He laughs and lightly smacks my shoulder. “Good luck with that.”
“I’ve got this. I won’t be ending this night without hearing that woman scream my name.”
Killer shakes his head, but there’s a smirk on his lips.
He gets it. And I have no doubt he’ll end his night in a similar fashion.
Stepping up to the bar, I order myself a beer and keep one eye on the other side of the room, waiting for her to emerge.
“She’s not your usual type,” Parker says, stepping up beside me with Linc attached to her hip.
That’s how it is now. Linc has switched sides. It used to be the two of us against the world. Now it’s him and my little sister.
I love Parker more than I’m willing to admit, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t resent her a little bit for getting so much of my best friend all to herself these days.
Linc and I have always had the ability to know what the other is thinking; we can have silent conversations that no one else is involved in. However, I’ve recently seen the two of them doing the same thing.
I know I’ve been in Seattle for a few years, but even with the physical distance between us, I still felt like my partner in crime was there. He still is there for me, but his sidekick has changed. And mine…well, I guess I don’t have one anymore.
I glance around the room at my teammates. My friendships with them are growing. Killer and I spend the most time together. We’re both single and happy to party and lose ourselves in a bunny or three. Linc used to be my wingman, but those times are long gone now.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, trying to keep the hurt from my tone.
“Well, she willingly walked away, for one,” Parker says, making Linc snort.
“She’s gone to the bathroom.”
“She looked like she wanted to run away,” she points out happily.
“She’s playing hard to get.”
“Exactly. Not your normal type.”
“She’s got a point, man,” Linc agrees. “You don’t usually have to put any work in.”
