eyelashes at me.
“Hey, beautiful,” I said, flirtatiously, knowing I sounded like a douche. Feeling like a douche. But at least this girl thought I was attractive. She wanted me. She was not going to be a raging bitch to me.
It was fucked up logic, but I was going with it.
“I’m Nicki,” she said, sticking her hand out.
“Kane.” I held her hand longer than was necessary. “So what do you do, Nicki?”
“I’m a student. Psych major. You?”
“I’m a cop.”
Her eyes lit up and damn it, I enjoyed that response. I deserved a little appreciation.
“Oh, that’s sexy. Do you carry a big gun?”
Cheesy, but effective. I’d take it. “Of course.” A look over at my brother showed he was shaking his head, eyes wide in amusement. He was talking to two of Nicki’s friends, though he seemed to be homing in on the brunette with the substantial cleavage.
Nicki was leaning on the bartop, her elbows resting there so her chest popped out enticingly. “If I get disorderly, will you frisk me?”
“Are you planning on getting drunk and disorderly?”
“Totally.”
“I’m not on duty, but if you get out of line, then I will definitely have to restrain you.” My heart wasn’t in it, but I was just pissed off enough and just stupid enough to roll with it. I felt like both Kurt and Anya were egging me on, intentional or not, and I was sick of being the guy that everyone took for granted.
Which was how I ended up making out with Nicki thirty minutes later in a dark corner by the restrooms, trying to work up some enthusiasm for it, but being left cold by the whole thing. Wanting to spark something, anything, I bit her lip, hard.
“Ow!” She jumped back and gave me a dirty look. “Don’t do that.”
“I thought you were a wild girl who likes getting disorderly. Who needs a cop to cuff her.” There was a mocking tone to my voice that I couldn’t quite control and I hated myself for being such a prick. This had nothing to do with her. Nothing. I was angry that kissing her all I could think about was kissing Anya instead. And how if I gave shit to Anya, she’d give it right back. In fact, she’d mop the fucking floor with me.
Nicki looked uncertain, her shoulders stiffening. She leaned a little bit away from me. “I’m not like into BDSM. I barely know you.”
She didn’t know me at all. She was right about that. I didn’t know her. I didn’t know Anya. At the moment, I didn’t even know myself.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I touched the ends of her hair, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Let’s just go back with your friends and hang out.”
“Okay, cool.”
The relief on her face made me ashamed. Apparently she had sensed predator from me. Squeezing her hand, I led her back to the group at the bar. When I pulled out my phone, I deleted the last message Anya had sent me without even reading it. I could see a particular swear word featured heavily in it. I figured that was all I really needed to know.
Fuck.
That about summed up everything.
When I got home, wasted, Nicki’s lipstick smeared all over me, there was an envelope taped to my front door with forty bucks in it.
Scrawled on the front was written “IOU nothing.”
It just made Anya all that much hotter to me.
Chapter Eight
Had I wanted to hear from Kane? Well, yeah, of course. No matter what I told myself I liked him. I wanted to roll around in bed with him and I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to get to know him, I did. I knew that because for two weeks I didn’t stop thinking about him. Not even as the days went by and I got hired at the pizza place and got a new disposable phone and was able to give Chloe fifty bucks back out of my tips. Even as I spent time with my twin, hanging out, learning to read her facial expressions and her body language, watching her with my son. She babysat for me when I went to work and I felt a deep sense of gratitude and peace, more than I’d had in a very long
“Hey, beautiful,” I said, flirtatiously, knowing I sounded like a douche. Feeling like a douche. But at least this girl thought I was attractive. She wanted me. She was not going to be a raging bitch to me.
It was fucked up logic, but I was going with it.
“I’m Nicki,” she said, sticking her hand out.
“Kane.” I held her hand longer than was necessary. “So what do you do, Nicki?”
“I’m a student. Psych major. You?”
“I’m a cop.”
Her eyes lit up and damn it, I enjoyed that response. I deserved a little appreciation.
“Oh, that’s sexy. Do you carry a big gun?”
Cheesy, but effective. I’d take it. “Of course.” A look over at my brother showed he was shaking his head, eyes wide in amusement. He was talking to two of Nicki’s friends, though he seemed to be homing in on the brunette with the substantial cleavage.
Nicki was leaning on the bartop, her elbows resting there so her chest popped out enticingly. “If I get disorderly, will you frisk me?”
“Are you planning on getting drunk and disorderly?”
“Totally.”
“I’m not on duty, but if you get out of line, then I will definitely have to restrain you.” My heart wasn’t in it, but I was just pissed off enough and just stupid enough to roll with it. I felt like both Kurt and Anya were egging me on, intentional or not, and I was sick of being the guy that everyone took for granted.
Which was how I ended up making out with Nicki thirty minutes later in a dark corner by the restrooms, trying to work up some enthusiasm for it, but being left cold by the whole thing. Wanting to spark something, anything, I bit her lip, hard.
“Ow!” She jumped back and gave me a dirty look. “Don’t do that.”
“I thought you were a wild girl who likes getting disorderly. Who needs a cop to cuff her.” There was a mocking tone to my voice that I couldn’t quite control and I hated myself for being such a prick. This had nothing to do with her. Nothing. I was angry that kissing her all I could think about was kissing Anya instead. And how if I gave shit to Anya, she’d give it right back. In fact, she’d mop the fucking floor with me.
Nicki looked uncertain, her shoulders stiffening. She leaned a little bit away from me. “I’m not like into BDSM. I barely know you.”
She didn’t know me at all. She was right about that. I didn’t know her. I didn’t know Anya. At the moment, I didn’t even know myself.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I touched the ends of her hair, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Let’s just go back with your friends and hang out.”
“Okay, cool.”
The relief on her face made me ashamed. Apparently she had sensed predator from me. Squeezing her hand, I led her back to the group at the bar. When I pulled out my phone, I deleted the last message Anya had sent me without even reading it. I could see a particular swear word featured heavily in it. I figured that was all I really needed to know.
Fuck.
That about summed up everything.
When I got home, wasted, Nicki’s lipstick smeared all over me, there was an envelope taped to my front door with forty bucks in it.
Scrawled on the front was written “IOU nothing.”
It just made Anya all that much hotter to me.
Chapter Eight
Had I wanted to hear from Kane? Well, yeah, of course. No matter what I told myself I liked him. I wanted to roll around in bed with him and I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to get to know him, I did. I knew that because for two weeks I didn’t stop thinking about him. Not even as the days went by and I got hired at the pizza place and got a new disposable phone and was able to give Chloe fifty bucks back out of my tips. Even as I spent time with my twin, hanging out, learning to read her facial expressions and her body language, watching her with my son. She babysat for me when I went to work and I felt a deep sense of gratitude and peace, more than I’d had in a very long
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