“I don’t get it,” Phoebe said. “Why would beer make you horny?”
“It’s the hops,” Scott explained. “For some reason it has some kind of effect on women. I’ve heard.”
“Hops?” Phoebe blinked.
“Honey, you work on the beer account,” Carly said. “You don’t know what hops are?”
Phoebe grinned. “I know the bunny hop.”
Levi swallowed his groan. She had a smokin’ hot body and a pretty face, but she was as sharp as a bowling ball. How the hell did she manage to find places for ads?
He remembered how pleased Bailey had looked leaving Sloane’s office. Bailey was super cute too, little and blonde with a great rack, but somehow he had a feeling she was more than just a looker. Sloane wouldn’t be helping her out if she were just a dumb blonde.
He should be ashamed of himself for stereotyping, but that totally didn’t count because Sloane was blonde and she was so not dumb. So it wasn’t like he considered all blondes dumb. Far from it.
On the other hand, he was pretty sure Phoebe wasn’t actually blonde. Heh. Then he remembered the fucking awesome ad he and Scott had come up with for the Natural Belgian Blonde Ale.
“What’s so funny?” Phoebe was looking at him curiously.
“Nothing. Just thinking about one of the ads we’re working on.”
“You guys are so smart.” Phoebe leaned her elbow on the table, chin on her hand, her admiring eyes fixed on him.
“Uh. Thanks.”
“But you know how smart guys can be kind of geeky?”
He just blinked.
“You are totally not geeky,” she continued. “Do you work out? Because you’re in great shape.”
He shifted in his chair and cast Scott a glance. “Yeah, I work out a few times a week.”
“I could tell.” Her gaze swept up and down his body. The top half of his body that she could see above the table.
“Totally,” Carly agreed.
Scott rolled his eyes. “More tequila shots here!” he called to the waitress.
The girl hustled over to the table. “You bet,” she said.
“I’ll have a beer,” Phoebe said.
“What kind of beer, hon?” the waitress asked, planting a hand on her hip. She reeled off the long list of available brews. Phoebe looked at Levi with big eyes.
“She’ll have a Rockslide Red,” he said.
The waitress smiled at him. “More tequila for you, sugar?”
Levi smiled. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks, babe.”
Scott did another eye roll. “Why the fuck am I here?” he muttered.
“Dude,” Levi said. “Don’t even think of leaving.”
If Scott left him with these two, he was gonna need a lot more tequila.
“I saw this thing on YouTube today,” Carly said. “Did you know that the human penis is the largest of any primate’s?”
Scott choked on his tequila.
Levi grinned. “Size does matter.”
Phoebe eyed him with a flirty look. “You don’t seem too worried about that.”
“Nope.”
Christ. This was the kind of conversation he could have some fun with. Only, he wished it were Sloane here looking at him like that and talking about his size. This was kind of creeping him out, though he didn’t want to let on.
“What were you doing on YouTube at work?” he asked Carly.
“Research.” She winked at him.
“Ah. Of course.”
“Everything is supersized these days,” Phoebe said.
“Are you saying size doesn’t matter?” Scott asked her.
She laughed. “Sure it does.”
“You know what?” Carly said. “Guys are so insecure about their size and worried about what women think, but most women aren’t that picky. I mean, as long as you’re more or less in proportion to your body, it’s all good.” She eyed Levi. “I bet you’re well proportioned.”
Jesus.
“So are you saying humans having bigger dicks than monkeys?” Phoebe asked.
It took a while for that original statement to get through, apparently.
Carly blinked. “Um. Yeah.”
“What about gorillas?”
“I don’t know about gorilla penises,” Carly admitted. She looked at Levi.
He held his hands up. “Me neither.”
After a few more rounds, the conversation was getting raunchier, the sexual innuendoes were getting more obvious, and Carly and Phoebe apparently wanted to go to someone’s place and have sex. All four of them.