Page 101 of Wrecked

Suzanne pinches my side. I look over at her and see her smoothing her lips together to keep from laughing at Jessica’s super-cheesy reply.

The waitress arrives with our drinks. Suzanne and I take ours and watch the flirting going on in front of us like it’s a Wednesday matinee at the Cineplex.

“I’m Derek,” he says.

Jessica tells him our names and follows up by asking where he’s from. In a matter of minutes, they’ve shared each other’s life stories. He’s from Cincinnati, in town to celebrate a friend’s birthday. He’s a nurse at the children’s hospital. That alone has Jessica’s panties practically falling off.

“Looks like someone’s over her broken heart,” Suzanne says into my ear.

“He is tall, dark, and dreamy,” I reply. “I could totally get down with him.”

We clink glasses with a laugh.

Suzanne pushes her glasses up her nose. Her hair is up, so she has this sexy librarian thing going on today. “Now, it’s your turn. Let’s find you a guy.”

“No, thank you.”

“Why? Do you only have eyes for Adam?”

I take a ginormous gulp of my drink. “Absolutely not.”

“That’s a shame,” she says, sipping the teeny-tiny straw in her club soda.

I cock a brow at her. “Why is that?”

She smiles at me with her glossy, pink lip-stained mouth. “Because he’s walking over here right now.”

I turn my head so fast and see Adam walking toward our booth. He is inches above almost everyone in the club. He has on a crimson button-down with the sleeves rolled up three-quarters. His blue jeans are hugging his thighs, and that gorgeous tan face is looking so stern and sexy that I want to punch him square in the jaw.

My head swings back to face Suzanne. “Why is he here?”

She holds up her hands in defense. “I didn’t say anything.” She takes a sip and speaks with her lips wrapped around a straw, “But Rory did.”

I give her a seething look and then turn back to Adam. He’s feet from the table. I don’t let him approach. I’m on the move, walking past the booths and tables, making my way toward the bar. This is pretty pointless since I had a fresh drink at my table. I look back toward the table and see my drink sitting there, and Suzanne is looking my way.

Adam is nowhere to be seen.

Turning back to the bar, I order another drink. I want to get wasted tonight on overpriced liquor and cheap feels.

As I pay for my drink, a guy slides in next to me. “Hey there.”

I know the guy from The Bucking Bronco. He went to my high school and is one of those overly confident douchebags I tend to stay away from.

“Hey, Joe.” I lean with my elbow against the bar, pushing my boobs up and out toward the one-time high school quarterback.

His eyes rove over my cleavage. Even though I’m pushing them out, I didn’t technically want him to be the one staring at them.

“Surprised to see you at the club. Thought you lived at the bar.”

I roll my eyes and give him a fake smile. “Yeah. It does feel that way.”

“You want to dance?” he asks.

“No,” I say as I look around the room.

What is wrong with me? Here I am, talking to a guy I have no business flirting with.

The bartender taps me on the shoulder as she puts my drink on the bar. Joe puts his hand in his pocket to pay for it, but I halt him.