“It looks like you need to step up your game sooner than later.” Brian nodded in Dr. Klein’s direction.
I bit back the disgust forming at the back of my throat as his hands moved to the blonde’s ass and his tongue darted into her mouth.
I narrowed my eyes and sighed, hiding my emotions. “She’s got nothing on me. She’s way too fake. Hers boobs are bought, hard, and stored in a plastic bag. Mine are au naturel. Here, cop a feel.” I angled my boobs toward Brian.
His eyes widened, and he let out a low laugh, but then his face turned serious. He lifted an eyebrow as though he’d heard me incorrectly. A second later, his face broke out in a boyish grin. I could tell he thought I was kidding when I was being dead serious.
“Feel my tits.” I angled the ladies toward him. “I know they look fake, but feel them. This is the problem with good boys.” I reached for his hand and pressed them on my breast. “Touch them, squeeze them, feel them. I’m giving you full reign, so you know I’m not lying.”
He bit his lip as if touching me pained him then he cupped my breast and flicked his thumb over my nipple. It stood at attention, fully erect. My pussy clenched at the contact, and I shifted in my seat as wetness dampened my skirt. Briefly, I closed my eyes at the sensation, and my breath hitched as he teased my nipple with his fingertips.
When he angled closer, I opened my eyes, aware of his proximity. “I can tell they’re real. Real . . . nice,” he said softly, giving me goose bumps. There was huskiness in his voice, making me think that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to his words. Maybe Brian was a real bad boy in bed.
***
BRIAN
I pulled back and shifted on the stool, hard as a rock. There was a mid-western cuteness to her overall appearance, but her honesty and her foul mouth made her jump on the hot scale from pepper hot to volcano hot. She was sweet innocence with a dirty mouth, a walking contradiction. God, was she damn sexy.
But as she continued to watch Stiff, annoyance prickled my skin. Maybe it was protectiveness, but I had no idea what she saw in the guy who had his hands all over some other girl.
Her eyebrows scrunched together, and all I wanted to do was smooth out the ridges with my fingers. To my utter happy glee, I watched Stiff stroll to the door and leave with the blonde. But then I saw the look on Kendy’s face.
I had a sudden urge to make her forget about him, to make her laugh again as she had been earlier.
“He’s leaving with her, and he hasn’t even had a chance to look at my outfit.” She crossed her arms over her chest. The very chest I’d been touching a moment ago.
I couldn’t help but laugh silently. I should’ve felt bad that her purpose of the night was walking out the door with another woman, but her reaction amused me. More than that, I knew she deserved better than that loser.
“Hey, if it helps, I think your outfit is hot, and not to mention . . . you look absolutely beautiful tonight,” I said, trying to break her mood.
It was the truth. She had been so focused on Stiff that she hadn’t noticed she had the attention of most men in our vicinity. Stiff was the minority.
I garnered a small smile, but her eyes moved to the door and she frowned again, jutting out her lip even further.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in. “Let’s go, pretty girl. I’m taking you for a late night snack. You don’t want to waste a good outfit, and I don’t want you to think your night was all for nothing.”
She peered up at me through her sad blue eyes and hesitated. Her look alone tightened my chest.
Knowing I had to see that smile again, I tucked an escaping strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and gave her a grin. “This is what good boys do; we take damsels in distress to dinner. And I figure, since the man you’re going to marry just walked out with that blonde, you’re in distress.”
She sighed heavily, but linked her arm through mine. “I want some wine with my food because, just so you know . . . there is going to be a lot of whining tonight.”
I pulled her hand tighter around my bicep. “Sounds good. Let me say goodbye to Trey and we’ll get you that wine,” I said, leading us out the door. “Wine makes everything better.”
***
KENDY
We walked into the first grease pit we saw. Greektown Gyros in neon pink letters was written on the auburn awning. My stomach grumbled, even though I’d had dinner before I hit the club.
A waitress led us to a table for two in the back and, as soon as we sat down, I plucked the menu stuck between the wall and the napkin holder. It was printed on the back of a brown bag. Real classy.
I scanned my choices of beverages. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m about to get really wasted.” I was already tipsy, but I planned to drink even more to forget my ruined night.
He chuckled and eyed me over his menu. “Not at all. Shit, it’s the weekend. I might join you.”
The waitress wrote down our order. I got a Miller Lite, and so did Brian. Thankfully, she was quick to hop on it and bring us our bottles.
I chugged that baby down like it was water and slammed it against the table, causing the salt and pepper shakers to teeter back and forth.
Brian smirked. “Slow down. We haven’t even eaten yet.” He reached over and placed his hand on top of mine. Warmth spread through our connection, and I grudgingly pulled away.
I jutted out my chin, the image of Dr. Klein leaving with little Miss Blondie playing in my mind, dampening my mood. “I don’t understand. He’s all prim and proper at work. I know he has to be, but then he goes out and takes the first chick he meets home?”
“How do you know he just met her?” He reached for his bottle and took a big gulp.
“Well, he just left with that . . . that girl.” Good comeback.
“But he walked in with her. How do you know that’s not his girlfriend?”
I widened my eyes at him. “Because I stalk him relentlessly, and not once has a girl called him at work. No one visits him, and everyone who has worked with him for a while has never, ever, ever mentioned a girlfriend.” I reached for the little bit of beer I had left, watching the copper-colored liquid swish against the glass. Placing the bottle under my lips, I closed my eyes and tipped it all the way back. Then, I placed the empty bottle on the table. “I don’t understand him. I’m cute, right?”
He studied me, messing with the fork in his hand.
When I didn’t get a response, I threw him my big puppy dog face.
“Of course, you’re cute, Kendy.” He laughed.
“You’re very convincing.” I rolled my eyes. “Then what’s his problem? I’ve tried everything, all the tricks in my Kendy dating book, and nothing. I didn’t even have a chance to show him my hot-to-trot outfit. Today was my chance, but he blew it out of that club faster than a marathon runner. It didn’t help that my wingman called in sick on me . . . but still.”
I picked up the fork on the table and, in an unladylike fashion, pounded it against the fake wood, causing the water glasses to shake. “Quick, change the subject.” I didn’t want to think about how this Saturday night turned into a total waste of time.
“Good. I don’t want to hear any more about Dr. Stick-up-his-ass or whatever you call him,” he replied, the pinched expression leaving his face.
“Stick-up-his-ass?” I asked, laughing.
“Yeah, I’d say that nickname is appropriate.”
A waiter brought our gyros, breaking our conversation. I watched his eyes drift to my cleavage before placing the food in front of us, and I pulled up my halter-top, a little self-conscious now that we were in a fully lit diner.
“What is it about this guy?” Brian tilted his head, a tinge of concern in his voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how did he get so lucky to win your attention?”
Lucky?
He thought Dr. Klein was the lucky one? I couldn’t help but soften, a small smile built at his thoughtfulness.