Juice: The O'Malleys Book 1, contemporary Adult Romance by Michelle McLoughney Page B

man, in years. Not even when she was a hormonal fourteen year old in secondary school and in love with Alan Aspen. He had kissed the face off her and told her he would marry her if he could put his hand down her knickers. She hadn’t let him and he had unceremoniously dumped her by passing her a note in history class. When he had ended up getting their history teacher pregnant and landing in jail five years later for stealing a lawnmower, she had felt somewhat vindicated.  Cassidy raised her head, and shook it back and forth in the mirror.
    “Don’t be an idiot, Cass. This guy is a freaking millionaire for heaven’s sake. You are a slightly chunky artist who has very little cash, boobs that are too big for her body and should stick to masturbating rather than trying to flirt with mister ridiculously hot. Totally out of your league.”
    She turned to walk out of the bathroom and stopped herself. Marching back towards the mirror she pointed her finger angrily at her own reflection. She ranted.
    “Listen to me you fool. Cassidy Rose Jessica Byron Evans! You are a shit hot ginger ninja and mister hot stuff fuckablefaced O’Malley should be bloody grateful, if you decide to let him put his cock in or anywhere near your fabulous hooha! You are a fantastic and sexy woman who may have a big arse, but can move it like a bloody blender! You are worthwhile and talented and a damn good fuck to boot.” Cassidy nodded at herself in the mirror.
    “Right!” Her reflection seemed to agree.
    The toilet cubicle behind her opened slowly and a small petite grey haired old dear walked out gingerly, trying not to look Cassidy in the eye.
    “Oh,” said Cassidy making a production out of fixing her dress.
    “So many lines to learn for this play. This play I am practicing for…yup. Wow strong stuff, artistic. Hhhmmmm.”
    The lady ignored her and quickly washed and dried her hands, took her lipstick out of her purse, then obviously thought better of it and put it back into her bag. Cassidy winced as the woman opened the door and looked back at Cass with a look that stunk of pity, or maybe fear for her own safety. Cassidy held her head high and followed the lady back towards her seat. She glanced back at the woman’s companion, who was now listening intently to the old biddy and eyeing Cassidy up and down in a not too subtle manner.

    Rory looked up to see Cassidy coming from the bathroom. Jesus, but she is beautiful, he thought. Way out of his league for sure. You look like you are thinking of something dirty. What kind of an idiot says that to a woman like her? She had probably gone into the bathroom to phone one of her friends to get her the hell away from him. She probably thought he was a total prick. Millionaire? No billionaire in training. Ah God. Who even said shit like that? Her green eyes had lit up talking about her brother and he had to admit to himself that he had felt an uncharacteristic twinge of jealousy. Wow, O’Malley. Jealous of a dead guy. Not one of your finer moments. You feckin' eejit. He felt an adolescent need to impress her and wasn’t exactly sure where it had come from. Your dick probably! It seemed to be the only organ functioning properly when he was in close proximity to Cassidy. His brain was obviously taking a well-deserved break and his cock had taken over as supreme leader. And just like that on cue, he felt the tug and rise in his trousers. He shifted in his seat; she was coming over to the table. Goddammit!!! He really should stand and push in her chair. How the hell could he do that with a bloody great hard on under the table? She would think he was a complete fiend and sexual deviant. He stayed put and plastered what he hoped was a non-sexual deviant looking smile on his face. He aimed for normal and figured it came out somewhere between crazy and constipated.
    “Hey, just in time” he said, gesturing wildly. “Here’s Carlo with the food.”
    Carlo approached the table with a huge silver