pong game. DJ and Alex high five, which turns into a make-out, which turns into DJ grabbing Alex’s ass and pushing her against the wall.
“Get a room, you two!” Finn yells.
“Nah, we like the show!” Chris snickers.
“Yeah, it’s like live porn!” I yell toward Chris, which makes all the guys crack up.
“Speaking of not fucking you guys…who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?” Maya says sarcastically, staring at me.
“I was just going to say, so what’ll it be tonight, ladies?” I give them my best deep bartender voice.
I don’t know why my bartender voice is extra deep. It just is.
“Do you have a water?” Faith asks. “I’m not drinking.”
“No problem. Here you go. Just not tonight, or…?”
“I don’t drink.”
“Oh.” I remember. “That’s right. I can respect that. Charlotte?”
“Keystone Light, please.”
“Coming right up.” I plop down a beer in front of her and open it.
“How about you, Miss Waters?”
“I’ll take a martini.”
I grin. “Unfortunately, Miss, this isn’t the Hilton. And we seem to be all out of our nonexistent ‘martini mix’ behind the bar.”
“Well, that’s a shame. There’s nothing you can do for me? I’m absolutely desperate for a stiff one.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as Charlotte and Faith look on.
“I might be able to find something somewhere. But it’ll cost you extra.”
“I don’t have cash.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take a kiss.”
Her eyes widen, then narrow, and she shoots me a dirty look.
“Grant—” she says, then hesitates. “I don’t know about that.”
Wow. First, jeans tonight—disobeying the agreement we set up—and now she’s breaking character. I thought we had a little bartender role play going on here. I guess not.
Funny, because she’s actually giving more away about us by acting flustered.
“That’s too bad. I like your look tonight, by the way,” I grin. “Those are great jeans.”
“Those are her great butt jeans,” Charlotte chimes in. “Don’t they make her butt look great?”
Maya hops down off the barstool, then turns around, giving the girls—and me—a view of her plump, beautiful, round butt.
“What do you think, Grant? Do these jeans make my butt look big? Or just big enough?”
I give her a closed-mouth stare, clench my teeth, and hide my grin.
Maya’s jeans cling tightly to her curves. The boots she is wearing only accentuate the legs that I want to see how close to her head I can push them.
Not that I needed to see this to want to rip off Maya’s clothes. Her scent, that unique, fresh Maya pheromone, is enough to send me into a fit.
Forcing me to stare at her ass? Well, this is war.
A fun war, but a war, nonetheless.
“It looks terrific, yes,” I say in the most neutral, unexpressive, no I’m not getting hard right now way possible. I even add, “You’re in terrific shape,” to make it seem like this is a comment about her workout habits or general health or something.
No, that booty is au naturel, especially as she’s missed her Sunday track workouts the past few weekends.
Though we had a pretty good substitute workout.
She walks—no, she struts toward me, with Charlotte and Faith staring at her. Leaning her elbows on top of the bar, she turns her cheek and points.
“You want payment? Well, here you go. Take your kiss.”
Ah, yes. There’s the Maya I know and love.
She’s back on her saucy game.
I cock my head to the side, and put my hands on my hips. I wasn’t going to do this. But she’s asking for it.
“Nah, that’s okay. That sexy butt turn was plenty payment. But I do feel obliged to show you something now that we’re chatting about clothing that makes you look extra sexy. This is my sexy abs t-shirt.”
The girls stare at me, trying to figure out what I mean by that. I’m wearing a black V-neck t-shirt, and it’s not even extra tight.
“I don’t understand,” Charlotte says, spinning her finger on the ring of her can. “I can’t even see your abs in that.”
“Honestly, I can’t even tell if you have abs or not in that shirt,” Faith adds.
“No, you can’t,” I say. “Which is the point.”
“How is that the point?” Maya scoffs.
“Yeah, why should we believe you?” Faith.
I bite my lower lip. “Right. See, this is my sexy ab shirt because it’s baggy enough that it gets debates like that going. And then I have to settle them.”
I lift up my shirt, almost to my chest, so they all can get a good look.
“What do you think?” I say, steely-eyed, looking at the two girls and