Lead Player - Alex Grayson Page 0,1
tan, and a body made for bumping and grinding. “He’s definitely easy to look at.”
“Oh, he’s so much more than easy to look at. I think I might try to take him home with me.”
“That’s probably not a good idea.” I jerk my chin in his direction. “You’re slacking on your research skills.”
A line forms between her eyes as she scowls and looks back at the bartender. “Damn,” she sighs. “He’s married.” She plops down on the stool, looking deflated. “What about you? We’re here to get you laid. Find anyone?”
My eyes move over her shoulder to my guy, and narrow when I see some bleach-blonde hoebag next to him. She’s practically sitting in his lap with how close she is. An irrational urge to stalk over there and rip out the bitch’s hair hits me. What has my anger growing even hotter is the fact that he doesn’t seem to mind her being so close. While I’m over there snatching her hair out, I may as well slap him for my trouble.
Yeah, it’s stupid. I have no claim on the man, but lust can make the sanest person do crazy shit. And I’m definitely in lust.
Right at that moment, my guy looks past her, and our eyes meet again. I’m sure my expression shows way more than I want him to know, because one of his brows lifts and he smirks. Like he’s enjoying my reaction to the chick taking up his time.
Jerk, Nova, the inner voice in my head, sneers. Yes, I’ve named the voice. And no, she’s not the “angel” that rests on my shoulders, but my own personal demon who likes to cause trouble.
Would it be immature of me to flip him the bird?
Nikki, sensing something’s going on, follows my line of sight. “Holy shit. Now for that one I wouldn’t care if he was married.”
I snort, bringing my eyes back to my friend. “Yeah, you would.”
She turns back around and wrinkles her nose. “You’re right. That kind of drama isn’t worth any kind of dick. Even if the dick is connected to a Greek God.”
To say Nikki had a bad mishap with a married man would be putting it mildly. In her defense though, the man never told her he had a wife. She found out a month into their relationship when his wife showed up at her door. Of course, the woman assumed Nikki knew about her, so her reaction was to pounce first and ask questions later. Nikki grew up with four older brothers, so she knows a thing or two about kicking ass. Needless to say, the woman walked away looking a lot worse than Nikki did.
“Doesn’t matter anyway,” I say, getting back to the matter at hand. “Looks like he’s moved on to someone else.”
Which is a pity, because damn, the man gets my motor running.
“Thanks, sugar,” Nikki tells the bartender with a wink when he places her new drink down. The guy may be married and off the list of potential bed partners, but a little harmless flirting is still allowed. Or at least that’s what she would say. With a tiny straw in her mouth, slurping at her drink, she turns back to me. “Since when have you let some bimbo keep you from something you want?”
“Since my judgement in men went down the drain. He’s obviously a bad seed if he went from eye fucking me one minute to cozying up with some other chick the minute my attention went off him.”
I peek a glance at the man, just to see if said chick is still there, and yep, still smashing her tits against his arm.
“I wish Juliet were here. It’s not the same going out without her.”
“Yeah, but she’s having her own party at home.” Nikki’s eyebrows jump suggestively, and she does a bump and grind maneuver in her seat. “I’d be where she is right now if I had someone like James at home.”
I laugh. James is pretty damn hot. It’s difficult to believe Juliet’s marrying him in just over a week. They met a year ago, hit it off right away, and were engaged within three months. Nikki and I almost threw a fit when she told us, but she was adamant he was the one. I guess sometimes you just know.
Nikki pulls her straw from her glass and points it at me. “And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Your excuse of having bad judgement in men is crap and you know