very indecent things,” Alex whistled and winked at Grace.
Tucker looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm. Damn, I miss all the good stuff.”
“Oh yeah,” Alex continued. “She looked all sweet and innocent. I just wanted to corrupt her.” Alex was egging Tucker on.
“Corrupt her? What were you thinking of doing? Show her the smallest penis in the world? Make her dislike men forever?” Lea asked him, laughing.
“Yeah, dude. One night with you and sheʼll run screaming to a convent,” I offered.
Alex nodded agreeing with me. “Ah. You ʼre probably right. But, sorry, Grace, watching you in those little pink pajamas, put pictures in my mind of how freaky Iʼd get with you.”
Grace didn ʼt seem to be bothered about anything they were saying, she just laughed along with everyone. She didn’t even blush .
“So, Alex, what kind of freaky things go on in your place? Hmm? What ʼs the freakiest thing youʼve ever done?” Lea asked. Holy crap, can I tell a few freaky tales about Alex .
“I love bondage. I ʼd love to spank you, Lea,” he said. Man, is that true. I’ve seen him tie a few girls up . “But what Iʼd really love to know is what freaky things you get up to, Lea,” Alex continued. “And you too, Grace.” He gave her one of his predatory smiles and leaned in closer to her; it made my stomach drop.
Grace beamed. She doubled over, bursts of breathy laughter escaping from her lips. She looked up and winked at him, “I bet you would, Alex.”
Conner threw a handful of cheese fries at Alex causing him to lean away from Grace. “Leave my girlʼs freakiness outta your thoughts,” he laughed.
I leaned across the table closer to Grace, leaning my face so close to hers our noses almost touched. “Okay, Leaʼs off limits because sheʼs Connerʼs girl. Iʼd like to hear about Grace though.”
Tucker shoved me so hard that he almost pushed me off the chair. “Real nice, ass!” He screamed at me. Grace flinched. A frown etched itself across her beautiful face. Confusion clouded my brain. Why was it okay when everyone else flirted and teased her, but I got the look of death when I did it? I gave her a confused, unblinking stare.
“Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them,” she joked. The laughter just didnʼt reach her eyes, and I knew what I had said bothered her. I wished I understood why.
“I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I ʼve died every time youʼve smiled at me.” I spoke the words so softly I didnʼt even know if they reached her ears.
She narrowed her eyes and looked away quickly. She couldn ʼt even meet my stare. While the rest of the table kept on laughing and talking nonsense, Grace got up and walked away with some empty bottles. She walked over to the trashcan and threw them in. Then she walked up to the bar, sat by herself on one of the stools, and threw down a fistful of twenties.
I watched her talk to Ryan, the bartender, who gave her a deep throaty laugh and a wink. He pulled down a bottle of Jack Daniel’s black label and poured her a shot. She put the glass to her lips and gulped it down like a champ. Ryan watched her as she drank, wringing his bar towel in his hands, and then adjusting himself in his pants. Fuck, even Ryan wanted her.
I got up to talk to her. I wanted to apologize, tell her how fucking beautiful she was and how she made me a mess inside. But, Tucker put his hand out to stop me, “Let me talk to her, Shane. I ʼm the one thatʼs in a relationship with her, not you.”
His words made me stumble back into my chair. Relationship? With Grace? What the hell did I miss? “Wait…what?”
Tucker ignored me and sauntered up next to Grace at the bar. He gestured to Ryan to pour two more shots. His hand slid down to the small of her back as he leaned down close to talk to her. My blood started to boil.
She tried
Tucker looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm. Damn, I miss all the good stuff.”
“Oh yeah,” Alex continued. “She looked all sweet and innocent. I just wanted to corrupt her.” Alex was egging Tucker on.
“Corrupt her? What were you thinking of doing? Show her the smallest penis in the world? Make her dislike men forever?” Lea asked him, laughing.
“Yeah, dude. One night with you and sheʼll run screaming to a convent,” I offered.
Alex nodded agreeing with me. “Ah. You ʼre probably right. But, sorry, Grace, watching you in those little pink pajamas, put pictures in my mind of how freaky Iʼd get with you.”
Grace didn ʼt seem to be bothered about anything they were saying, she just laughed along with everyone. She didn’t even blush .
“So, Alex, what kind of freaky things go on in your place? Hmm? What ʼs the freakiest thing youʼve ever done?” Lea asked. Holy crap, can I tell a few freaky tales about Alex .
“I love bondage. I ʼd love to spank you, Lea,” he said. Man, is that true. I’ve seen him tie a few girls up . “But what Iʼd really love to know is what freaky things you get up to, Lea,” Alex continued. “And you too, Grace.” He gave her one of his predatory smiles and leaned in closer to her; it made my stomach drop.
Grace beamed. She doubled over, bursts of breathy laughter escaping from her lips. She looked up and winked at him, “I bet you would, Alex.”
Conner threw a handful of cheese fries at Alex causing him to lean away from Grace. “Leave my girlʼs freakiness outta your thoughts,” he laughed.
I leaned across the table closer to Grace, leaning my face so close to hers our noses almost touched. “Okay, Leaʼs off limits because sheʼs Connerʼs girl. Iʼd like to hear about Grace though.”
Tucker shoved me so hard that he almost pushed me off the chair. “Real nice, ass!” He screamed at me. Grace flinched. A frown etched itself across her beautiful face. Confusion clouded my brain. Why was it okay when everyone else flirted and teased her, but I got the look of death when I did it? I gave her a confused, unblinking stare.
“Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them,” she joked. The laughter just didnʼt reach her eyes, and I knew what I had said bothered her. I wished I understood why.
“I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I ʼve died every time youʼve smiled at me.” I spoke the words so softly I didnʼt even know if they reached her ears.
She narrowed her eyes and looked away quickly. She couldn ʼt even meet my stare. While the rest of the table kept on laughing and talking nonsense, Grace got up and walked away with some empty bottles. She walked over to the trashcan and threw them in. Then she walked up to the bar, sat by herself on one of the stools, and threw down a fistful of twenties.
I watched her talk to Ryan, the bartender, who gave her a deep throaty laugh and a wink. He pulled down a bottle of Jack Daniel’s black label and poured her a shot. She put the glass to her lips and gulped it down like a champ. Ryan watched her as she drank, wringing his bar towel in his hands, and then adjusting himself in his pants. Fuck, even Ryan wanted her.
I got up to talk to her. I wanted to apologize, tell her how fucking beautiful she was and how she made me a mess inside. But, Tucker put his hand out to stop me, “Let me talk to her, Shane. I ʼm the one thatʼs in a relationship with her, not you.”
His words made me stumble back into my chair. Relationship? With Grace? What the hell did I miss? “Wait…what?”
Tucker ignored me and sauntered up next to Grace at the bar. He gestured to Ryan to pour two more shots. His hand slid down to the small of her back as he leaned down close to talk to her. My blood started to boil.
She tried
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