Hey, can we meet up and talk? I feel bad about how I’ve been acting these past few days. You deserve an explanation. And an apology.
I take another sip of my beer, listening to Nick, Travis, and Leo as they talk about our next game coming up in a few days. I nod along, trying to pay attention to whatever they’re saying, but I can’t focus. All I can think about is Briar.
“Hey, your ladies are here,” Leo says, nodding at the entrance of the club.
Anna and Poppy walk in. Nick grins wide when he sees Poppy. Heat flickers in Travis’s serious gaze when he spots Anna. That guy hardly ever smiles, only when he’s around her.
“Oh, hey. Look who’s with them,” Nick says, nudging me.
When I see Briar behind them, my eyes almost pop out of my head.
She’s wearing this black mini skirt that barely covers her ass, and a tight black top that dips low. Really low. I can see the top of the black lace bra she’s wearing.
My gaze follows the long line of her legs. Briar’s not tall. At just over five-foot-three, she’s more than a foot shorter than me. But that skirt and those high heels she’s wearing, her legs look a mile long.
“Holy shit,” I murmur.
Nick laughs. “Looks like Briar’s ready to have a wild night on the town.”
My gaze fixes on her as she follows Anna and Poppy to the bar. While they’re waiting to order drinks, every guy around them turns to stare.
A girl on the other side of the bar waves at Anna and Poppy, and they walk over to talk to her.
I notice one guy sitting on a barstool next to Briar is looking at her ass.
A protective feeling rockets through me. I watch as he reaches over and taps her hip.
I ball my hand into a fist. What the fuck, he’s touching her?
She turns to him, her expression surprised. He starts to speak. It’s too loud in here, and they’re too far away for me to hear what they’re saying, but I can tell he’s chatting her up.
She smiles at him. It’s that cute, shy smile that always does weird things to my chest.
He smirks at her, then drops his gaze to her boobs for a long moment before looking back up at her face.
This motherfucker isn’t being shy with how much he wants her.
I look at his hand, which is still on her hip. The muscles in my legs and arms tense. I fight the urge to walk over there and rip his hand off of her.
He shouldn’t be touching her. He doesn’t even know her.
“Looks like that guy is flirting with your girl,” Leo says.
“She’s not my girl,” I grit out.
Leo quirks a brow. His expression reads, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Then why are you looking at her like that?” he asks.
I force myself to look down at my beer. “Like what?”
“Like you’re a jealous boyfriend who’s two seconds away from ripping that guy’s face off for talking to your girlfriend.”
I roll my eyes and look at the dance floor. I don’t even know what I’m looking at. I’m just trying not to stare at Briar.
“He’s right,” Travis says. “You look like a psycho-jealous boyfriend.”
I turn to him. “You’re quiet this whole time, and the first time you speak is to give me shit?”
