Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club #1) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,4
bar section. Brody’s had a nice casual vibe with wood paneling and comfortable seating. Their food was top-notch, too, especially their homemade potato chips. Not that we ordered those very often.
“Ice waters to start?” Jake asked.
“You know the drill, baby,” Nora said, curling her pouty lips in a smile. She winked at him.
He winked right back, but Jake was only playing. Nora knew it, too. He was devilishly good-looking, but the big fat gold ring on his left hand was a constant reminder that Jake was not available.
Nora was never serious about men, anyway. But she did love to flirt. It was probably her favorite hobby, besides running and drinking. And she really only ran because we made her.
Jake brought us each an ice water with lemon, then asked for our orders. We all ordered salads and dirty martinis, as usual. The salads were another concession we’d all had to make to the reality of post-twenties life.
We weren’t willing to give up the martinis.
Our drinks and salads came out quickly—another reason we loved this place—and we started eating.
“How was your weekend?” Hazel asked. “Do anything exciting?”
Nora shrugged. “I went out with Max again, but I think I’m over it.”
“But you guys have only been seeing each other for a month or so,” I said. “I thought you really liked him.”
“He’s not bad,” she said. “But if I keep going out with him, he’s going to get attached. I do not want that happening.”
“Would it be so terrible to have a real relationship?” I asked.
“I’m just not interested,” she said. “I like my life the way it is. A man would only complicate things.”
I didn’t push the issue. Nora always said things like that when one of her temporary boyfriends seemed to be getting serious. Anytime she thought a guy was developing feelings for her, she’d fly out of there faster than my ex-boyfriend’s buddies when the bar tab was due.
“What about you, Hazel?” I asked.
Hazel adjusted her glasses. “Well, a certain someone published another article. I don’t understand why the scientific community doesn’t run him out of town, metaphorically speaking. He’s a menace.”
In addition to being a genius, Hazel was a psychology researcher at UW. She’d been embroiled in what was becoming a vicious rivalry with another psychologist for months. It was all she could talk about.
“Did you read his article?” I asked.
“Of course. Every unsubstantiated word. He has no business calling himself a scientist.”
Nora and I shared a look. Genius or not, Hazel tended to have a one-track mind. Once in a while, we used the word obsessive, although she denied it. But she was definitely becoming obsessed with this guy and his supposedly bad research.
“I know how you should deal with him.” Nora smirked behind her drink.
Hazel pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sleeping with Corban Nash.”
“I actually agree with Hazel,” I said. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“I never said anything about sleeping,” Nora said. “I was thinking more along the lines of blowing his mind by fucking him senseless a few times.”
My cheeks flushed hot and I glanced away, clearing my throat.
Nora laughed, a light tinkling sound. “Everly, you’re the cutest. I love making you blush. It’s so easy.”
“No, it’s not,” I said. But she was completely right. It was very easy to make me blush.
“Come on, Hazel,” Nora said. “You have too much repressed sexual energy. All that beautiful womanhood needs an outlet.”
“I disagree,” Hazel said. “I’ve decided I’m no longer dating. Or having sex. Or engaging in any sort of relational exchanges with men.”
“Why would you do a silly thing like that?” Nora asked.
Hazel pushed her glasses up her nose. “To use a common colloquialism, I’ve been there, done that. I’ve dated casually. I’ve been in a long-term relationship. Neither worked well for me, and I have other things in my life that are taking my focus right now.”
“If that’s what you think is best,” I said.
Nora scrunched her nose. “No men? At all?”
“I don’t need a man to be satisfied with my life,” Hazel said.
“Of course you don’t need men,” Nora said. “But they’re very nice to have around. They can fix things, and lift things that are heavy. And when it comes to sex, I will admit there are a multitude of ways to keep yourself satisfied—but let’s be honest, nothing beats the almighty cock.”
I put a finger to my lips. “Nora, not so loud.”
“Speaking of,” Nora said, turning to me. “What am I thinking? You had your date with Gunnar