course that's all," I rolled my eyes at him. "So, how about that bar on Lincoln? They have really good food, too."
"Good for me," Nicole said. "I'm going to go ask Muriel and a few others." She released me and slipped away.
"When did you and Nicole become so friendly?" He asked.
"Does it bother you that we're friendly? Upset that you won't be witnessing any cat fights?"
He grinned. "No, it doesn't bother me, although I would love to see a cat fight."
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I can be your designated driver tonight," he said stroking my arm. "I will pick you up, bring you back to my place."
"I'll think about it." I pulled my arm away from him. He was driving me crazy , sexually and heartbreakingly crazy.
"I want to spend some time with you tomorrow," he said more seriously. "I miss ed you."
Aww man! How could I say no when his breath was on me, his brown eyes were imploring, and oh wow he's stroking my hand . The power of his touch never diminished.
"Okay," I said in a small voice. Besides, I was leaving the next afternoon to go visit my parents in Cali. I wouldn't see him for a week and a half.
He smiled widely and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
Another shot down the hatch. I don't know how many I've had. I lost count somewhere between my fourth drink and sixth shot. I'm surrounded by other women: Kit , who was home for the holiday, Nicole, my friend Chari, Freddy the Death Punch Finger, Alice and Kelly, also from work, and two of Kit's college pals visiting for the weekend, Gina and Becky. Everyone but Chari is getting blasted.
"Someone has to be sober enough to drive you drunk bitches home," Char had said at the beginning of the night.
Drunk bitches indeed!
Men couldn't stay away. How could they with Kit and Nicole in our midst? They both could be super models, and the rest of us weren't too shabby. One guy, Hal, insisted on buying my drinks, and I easily accepted, even though I knew that he thought he was going to get lucky.
"You're very pretty," he said in my ear. We were alone in a corner. I was seated on a barstool and he stood very close next to me. I mean VERY close. I could feel his erection on my leg.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Hal asked.
Technically, no. Roll with it, sister.
"Nope," I smiled.
He grinned. "Let me buy you another drink."
Hal bought me a few more drinks. I was feeling fiesty and let him caress my thigh. That little creepy voice in my head told me that I was out of line, but the logical part of me reminded the creepy voice that I was not in a committed relationship. The drunk part of me told the other voices to shut the hell up.
"Will your friends let you leave with me?" Hal asked.
I glanced over at my friends. They were keeping a tight eye on me, but not interfering. They knew the deal.
"I don't know," I swayed in my seat.
"I just want some alone time with you, Lindsey." He leaned in closer so that his lips touched my ear. "I can make you feel really, really good." His lips grazed my cheek as he pulled back.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I looked over Hal's shoulder and saw Rhys glaring at us from across the bar.
Shit. I've never seen him look so angry.
"My ride's here," I said, and weakly tried to push him away.
"I've got something you can ride, baby," he said.
I laughed, a drunk loud guffaw. "That's a terrible line!" I pushed at Hal again. "My ride's here. You should move before he comes over here. Oh. Oh no. Oh, here he comes."
"He?" He asked, confused. He turned right into Rhys's fist.
"Here he is," I sang softly as Hal stumbled backward.
"You said you didn't have a boyfriend!" Hal said, holding his jaw.
"I don't," I shrugged and scooted off of the barstool. I followed after Rhys, who was being "escorted" out of the building by security. I blew kisses to my astonished and amused friends and ran out into the night.
I followed Rhys to the car a little ways down the street.
"Hey, Fist of Fury!" I cracked up at my joke.
"Get in the fucking car," he
"Good for me," Nicole said. "I'm going to go ask Muriel and a few others." She released me and slipped away.
"When did you and Nicole become so friendly?" He asked.
"Does it bother you that we're friendly? Upset that you won't be witnessing any cat fights?"
He grinned. "No, it doesn't bother me, although I would love to see a cat fight."
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I can be your designated driver tonight," he said stroking my arm. "I will pick you up, bring you back to my place."
"I'll think about it." I pulled my arm away from him. He was driving me crazy , sexually and heartbreakingly crazy.
"I want to spend some time with you tomorrow," he said more seriously. "I miss ed you."
Aww man! How could I say no when his breath was on me, his brown eyes were imploring, and oh wow he's stroking my hand . The power of his touch never diminished.
"Okay," I said in a small voice. Besides, I was leaving the next afternoon to go visit my parents in Cali. I wouldn't see him for a week and a half.
He smiled widely and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
Another shot down the hatch. I don't know how many I've had. I lost count somewhere between my fourth drink and sixth shot. I'm surrounded by other women: Kit , who was home for the holiday, Nicole, my friend Chari, Freddy the Death Punch Finger, Alice and Kelly, also from work, and two of Kit's college pals visiting for the weekend, Gina and Becky. Everyone but Chari is getting blasted.
"Someone has to be sober enough to drive you drunk bitches home," Char had said at the beginning of the night.
Drunk bitches indeed!
Men couldn't stay away. How could they with Kit and Nicole in our midst? They both could be super models, and the rest of us weren't too shabby. One guy, Hal, insisted on buying my drinks, and I easily accepted, even though I knew that he thought he was going to get lucky.
"You're very pretty," he said in my ear. We were alone in a corner. I was seated on a barstool and he stood very close next to me. I mean VERY close. I could feel his erection on my leg.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Hal asked.
Technically, no. Roll with it, sister.
"Nope," I smiled.
He grinned. "Let me buy you another drink."
Hal bought me a few more drinks. I was feeling fiesty and let him caress my thigh. That little creepy voice in my head told me that I was out of line, but the logical part of me reminded the creepy voice that I was not in a committed relationship. The drunk part of me told the other voices to shut the hell up.
"Will your friends let you leave with me?" Hal asked.
I glanced over at my friends. They were keeping a tight eye on me, but not interfering. They knew the deal.
"I don't know," I swayed in my seat.
"I just want some alone time with you, Lindsey." He leaned in closer so that his lips touched my ear. "I can make you feel really, really good." His lips grazed my cheek as he pulled back.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I looked over Hal's shoulder and saw Rhys glaring at us from across the bar.
Shit. I've never seen him look so angry.
"My ride's here," I said, and weakly tried to push him away.
"I've got something you can ride, baby," he said.
I laughed, a drunk loud guffaw. "That's a terrible line!" I pushed at Hal again. "My ride's here. You should move before he comes over here. Oh. Oh no. Oh, here he comes."
"He?" He asked, confused. He turned right into Rhys's fist.
"Here he is," I sang softly as Hal stumbled backward.
"You said you didn't have a boyfriend!" Hal said, holding his jaw.
"I don't," I shrugged and scooted off of the barstool. I followed after Rhys, who was being "escorted" out of the building by security. I blew kisses to my astonished and amused friends and ran out into the night.
I followed Rhys to the car a little ways down the street.
"Hey, Fist of Fury!" I cracked up at my joke.
"Get in the fucking car," he
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