Yes, she will!
Grrrrr.
I shake off that taunting voice in my head and grab another beer. Downing it in a few large gulps, I place the cup on the counter and stare across the room at the little pixie girl. She’s starting to blur around the edges, but I can still drink her in.
I love her neck. It’s long and slender, and her short hair doesn’t hide any of its sleekness. I love her petite body and the way she’s standing there with her hands in her back pockets, smiling up at some chick and laughing at what she just said.
What I don’t love is how she’s not looking back at me, even though I’m sure she can sense my gaze. Why is she ignoring me after what we just did when her tight little ass was perched on the dryer?
Was my kissing not good enough?
Did I do something wrong?
Well, at least give me a chance to fucking get it right!
Snatching my glass, I walk to the keg, then change my mind and head for the liquor cabinet Mac told me not to touch. Crouching down so I’m not being so obvious, I inch the door open and grab a bottle of vodka. I need some liquid courage and take the time to drink the half glass I gave myself.
It burns going down, but with all this beer already sloshing around inside me, it doesn’t take long for the effects to kick in.
I’m feeling loose and easy, the sting of Nix’s rejection not burning so bright as my fuzzy brain tries to come up with the best plan of approach.
Fuck it, I’m just gonna go and talk to her.
She doesn’t turn my way… doesn’t even fucking flinch… when I approach her, even though I can see this pale red hue climbing up her neck and into her face.
“Hello, ladies.” I put on my charming voice, matching it with my best smile.
The girl opposite her glances at me with a smirk. “Hey, Dee. How’s it going?”
Shit, I know this girl and can’t remember her name.
Making my smile grow even wider, I throw a little cheese into the situation. “All the better for seeing you.”
She laughs while Nix rolls her eyes. I can practically hear the groan rumbling through her.
Before she can hassle me, I thrust a beer can toward her. “Wanna drink, Tink?” I go for Tink over Fawn because she seemed to respond better to that.
“Tink?” The girl beside us laughs.
“Tinker Bell,” I explain. “Don’t you think she looks like the brunette version of Tinker Bell?”
“Like I haven’t heard that before,” Nix grumbles, popping open the beer I just gave her.
Miss Name-I-Can’t-Remember continues to giggle, and I’m just trying to figure out how I’m supposed to get rid of her when someone shouts, “Sasha!” and she turns away from us.
That’s right. Sasha. Cool.
On your way now, Miss Sasha. I’ve got business with the sassy fairy beside me.
Sasha walks off, and I do an internal cheer while turning to face Nix with a grin.
“Sooo…,” I drag out, leaning down to whisper against her ear. Her body seems to vibrate with an energy I can feel all the way to my core.
Yes, baby! There is definitely something between us.
My chest flutters as the words ease out of my mouth. “I was thinking we should head back to the laundry room. Or maybe find another private space in the house where we can?—”
“No, thanks.” Her voice is bright, her look fiery and stubborn when I pop my head back to frown down at her.
