here and started screeching at me. I’m literally just sitting here minding my own business. You stay out of my way.”
Her lips pursed as her breathing quickened slightly, those perfect tits swelling with every inhale. It took more than a little effort to keep my eyes off them, but I did. I gave myself a mental high five and smiled. I knew I looked every bit the self-satisfied asshole she thought I was, but her obvious fury only made my smile wider.
This was kind of fun.
“What are you doing here anyway?” She chugged her drink and didn’t even wince, making me wonder if she was pulling the same trick with the soda and lemon I was.
“Same thing you’re doing here.” Lies. But she didn’t need to know that. To drive my point home, I looked over her shoulder, spotted a tall brunette with waves down to her jean-clad ass, and eyed her up and down the same way every other deadbeat had been ogling Donna all night.
She followed my gaze and scoffed. “You’re such a pig. Just stay out of my way.”
Without giving me a chance to reply, she moved back to the other end of the bar, but I watched her check out the brunette as she passed. She had that appraising look all women had when sizing up their competition—pursed lips, one raised eyebrow, the quick up-and-down glance.
I covered my mouth to hide the grin I couldn’t hold back.
This was a dangerous game Donna Mead and I were playing, but it was the most fun I’d had in a long time.
Unfortunately, the brunette must’ve noticed me checking her out, because she suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking my view of Donna.
“Hi.” She smiled and looked at me through long lashes. Her glossy lips wrapped around a straw, and she took a long pull of her drink.
She was pretty, and I probably would’ve gone for it had I not still been hard for the infuriating, entitled bitch who had just walked away.
I gave her a disinterested “hey.”
Her boobs pressed against my arm as she leaned in to say something, but between the loud music and my every sense acutely keeping track of Donna, I didn’t hear a word. She just wasn’t going away though, and really, she didn’t deserve to be led on.
I looked at her properly. “Listen, can I be honest?”
She nodded.
“I’m interested in someone else. When I checked you out, I was just trying to make her jealous.”
She pouted but gave me a smile. “The cute blonde?”
“Yeah.” My eyes sought her out in the crowd again. She was dancing with some thirty-year-old-looking motherfucker with a beard and hand tats, but she kept glancing in my direction. Was she trying to make me jealous?
“She’s a lucky girl.”
I scoffed. “I don’t know about that.”
“Is she still looking?”
I glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah.”
The brunette gave me a cheeky smile and leaned in, trailing a hand up my arm and across my shoulders. Then she tilted her head and tucked it into my neck. I wrapped an arm around her waist and angled my body into her. It would’ve looked as though she was kissing my neck and I was into it. I mean . . . I wasn’t not into it . . . but only because I knew it was probably making Donna furious.
“You smell amazing too,” the brunette said. “Such a shame.”
“Thanks for being cool about it.” I gave her hip a squeeze.
She shrugged and smiled one last time before turning and making her way to the exit.
Do not look at Donna. Do not look at Donna. Do not look at Donna.
I downed the rest of my drink and mentally patted myself on the back for not looking at Donna as I got off the barstool and headed for the exit too. It was time to go home. If Donna happened to think I was leaving with the brunette, that was her problem.
But as I skirted the edge of the dance floor, I couldn’t help taking a glance.
Right away, my eyes caught the flick of her light hair as she turned, the hand-tat guy leading her toward the bar. Another guy with a low ponytail and a bit of a beer gut leaned into her other side, and she laughed at whatever he said.
She glanced behind her, and I slunk into the shadows, leaning back against the wall. Something didn’t sit right, and I wasn’t willing to admit to myself that I hated seeing her with two