It felt a lot like that time.Sharks in the water and hides about to be tanned.She let a little grin on her face, which the bartender picked up on when she ordered her drink.
Chapter 19
Liam
He had to admit, the vibes wereimmaculate.
“How about her?” he asked his companion, a man already on his second drink and constantly checking his watch as if nine couldn’t come soon enough. “She looks like she’d be into being the filling of our sexy sandwich.”
“First of all,” Benson said, glancing in a beautiful woman’s direction, “don’t ever say sexy sandwich again. Unless you’re actively trying to keep me unaroused.”
“Why would I ever do that? You’re the most fun when you’re aroused.”
“Case in point.” Benson’s gaze lingered on the woman in a black mini-dress, her ass halfway hanging out of her skirt, butwhatan ass it was. “Absolutely. Yes. All night long.”
Liam winked at him while sipping his drink.
They had been there for forty-five minutes already, heading over from dinner at a Brazilian steakhouse they used to enjoywhenever they were in Manhattan at the same time. And, truth be told, Liam hadn’t been back since the breakup.Because memories.Things were a bit different now. Like, here they were, in the lowest level of the Manhattan club, where dreams came true for one night.
“Her.” Benson jerked his head toward a tall redhead slinking through the crowd in a sparkly white crop top and a short, flirty skirt. Benson was not deterred when the latest object of his arousal wrapped around a man she may or may not have known and began earnestly kissing him like they hadn’t seen each other in years. “I like her even more.”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Call me when she’s upside down on the couch.”
“Like you wouldn’t tap that.”
“I’m an easy man, Ben. I’ll tap like ninety percent of the women in this room.”
“And how many of the men?”
Liam needed another sip of his drink before answering that. “Fifty percent.”
“Damn. You’re easier than me.”
“Of course, we have to discuss iftappingmeans oral or going all the way.”
“It means whatever you want it to.”
Liam’s eyebrows arched at that thought.I’ve got a lot of thoughts right now.Like how all of the women in the room were glowing and beautiful, most of them flirty enough to advertise that they were about to hit the Black & White party, if not start their own orgy in the bar area.You know it’s nine when the making out starts.The farther back one went, the more likely they were to see the kind of thing Benson liked to see.Down, boy.There could be time for that later.
“Really is just like old times,” Benson said, his fingers drumming on the bartop. “Except we’d bestupidto lust after any woman but ours.”
“I think she would support our lusting, at least.”
“She’s turning into me.”
Liam had to think about that for a moment. “Indeed. I think she likes to watch.”
“And you don’t.”
“Only if it leads somewhere.”
“Only if you can join in.”
Liam could drink to that.
They spent the next few minutes scoping out the crowd and playing their little game. In the old days, this was foreplay – and a genuine hunt for a third in their little game.Someone we could take into one of the private rooms or back to our room.Preferably here.
“We would need to work on our introduction, though,” Liam mused. “We sent a few women screaming. And not in the fun way.”
