I realized at first appearance, but they are successful. They have built a life. They know how to charm me. Only a man could do that.
5
Knight
I sit down next to my asshole of a friend. I don’t know why I’m even here except for a chance to pummel his face again for what he did.
“No ice? You didn’t even bring me a drink?”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t need me to bring you anything. You have women to do that for you.”
Cole shrugs and then eyes one of the waiters who smiles at him. She comes over immediately.
“Can you get me ice for my face? And two double Maker’s Marks, neat.”
“Blanton’s for me.”
Cole rolls his eyes as if he thinks he ordered the better bourbon. He didn’t.
Neither of us talks as we sit in the corner of the bar in our usual booth. Cole watches the ass of our waiter as she prances away, while I spend my time glaring at him. But we both know better than to speak until we have alcohol in us.
The waiter returns quickly. Chrissy is her name, I think. She usually waits on us when we are here. Although, I’m too much of a dick to remember her name or anyone else’s in this club.
She sets our drinks down and then makes a show of pressing the ice pack to Cole’s face, showing him her boobs in the process.
“Thank you, Chrissy,” I say, needing to get this conversation over with. I have better things I need to be doing.
She smiles. “I’m surprised you know my name.”
“I don’t. It was a lucky guess.”
She huffs but leaves us alone after a glance from Cole encouraging her to go, with a promise he’ll make it worth her while later.
“What the fuck was that about?”
“I was flirting with the waitress. What’s so wrong with that? I enjoy mixing business with pleasure.” Cole winces as he presses the ice to his eye.
“I’m not talking about Chrissy. I don’t care what you do with her. I’m talking about Mila.”
“Mila? I’m not sure I know who you are talking about.”
“The woman whose tongue you had in your mouth this afternoon.”
“Oh, her.” Cole puts the ice down and rests his arms on the back of the booth. Jackass. He knows exactly who I’m talking about. I don’t understand what game he’s playing.
“Explain yourself, now. Before I beat the hell out of you and make you wish you never touched a woman again.”
“I thought you didn’t care about Mila.”
“I don’t.”
“Please. The only reason I found her, or tasted her luscious lips, is because I know you have a thing for her.”
“I do not.”
Cole ignores me. “I knew you wouldn’t ask her out on your own, so I decided an intervention was needed.”
“I was headed to find her five minutes after you left. That’s why I saw the two of you swapping spit.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
I growl.
“Fine, I knew you’d go after the girl.”
“Mila.”
“Mila. I knew you’d go after her, but I knew she wouldn’t go for you.”
“Why the hell not?”
“For one, your game isn’t what it used to be. You’ve been out of practice for the last five years.”
I shoot daggers with my eyes. But I pick up my drink to sip and let him finish.
“Two, you got her suspended from college with your kiss, so she hates your guts.”
I drink. I can’t argue with that one. I royally fucked that up.
“And three, she’s still totally hung up on me.”
I slam my drink down and about climb over the table to get to him.
“Whoa, chill. She’s not into me anymore.”
I sit back. “How do you know?”
“The kiss.”
I growl again. “Don’t remind me.”
“She kissed me to avoid having to talk to you, but I know she’s secretly wanted to do it since she saved my life.”
“She didn’t save your life; I did when I pulled you out of the burning car. Although I don’t know why I did that now, you butthead.”
He smiles. “Butthead is tame.”
“Well, you’re my only friend. I don’t want to piss you off too much.”
“How do you know she’s not into you anymore?”
“The kiss.”
I groan, again with the damn kiss.
“There was no spark. Chicks care a lot about if there is a spark on the first kiss.”
I narrow my eyes. “Chicks always find a spark with you, although I have no idea why.”
He shrugs. “There wasn’t one. I even gave her my best kiss to piss you off thoroughly. Nothing happened though.”