legs had been chatting him up for the past fifteen minutes. She was an excellent conversationalist, she spoke enough for two people. Actually, she had to speak enough for two people because Will sure as hell wasn’t making much small talk. Undeterred even though he barely said two words to her, she’d continued to plow on and bore him with useless details about her life story. As if he gave a fuck.
“Want to go back to my place?” she asked again, in her annoying perky voice when he didn’t answer her.
“Maybe some other time.”
“Are you sure about that, handsome?” she asked, crossing her long shapely legs, she leaned into Will’s shoulder. “I’ll make it more than worth your while.”
She outstretched a perfectly manicured hand to massage his upper thigh suggestively. Still giving him her best pouty “come-hither” look, she practically purred at him as she stroked up and down his thigh.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Will said, removing her hand from where it had purposely wandered over to his crotch.
Will shifted slightly in his bar stool to look at her crestfallen expression. She had an average face. Nothing to write home about. But her body was a different story. She was completely stacked, and those long leg of hers were definitely working in her advantage. From the looks of her outfit, she knew how to show off her assets. She was wearing a barely-there black mini skirt, a fire engine-red halter top, and red stilettos.
Any other time, Will would have jumped all over that. Sheila—no Shiloh—would have been an easy lay. The perfect stress reliever after a migraine-inducing few weeks. He could have used a completely mindless fuck. And right about now, he could have been blissfully in the middle of his first orgasm of the night and headed toward a much needed dreamless sleep. But oddly enough, he didn’t find himself the least bit attracted.
“Idiot,” she muttered as she stormed back over to her friends.
“Hey.”
Looking up from his rum and Coke, Will found Joshua staring down at him with a goofy grin on his face. “What’s up, man?”
“This is like fucking déjà vu. About a year ago, we were in a ramshackle bar, similar to this one; except it was me sulking in the corner looking like someone had pissed in my corn flakes.”
“Yeah, well. What a difference a year makes. I have to say, you are definitely a lot more cordial when you’re getting your brains fucked out on a regular basis,” he said, sipping some more of the liquid fire and taking an odd comfort in the burn travelling down his throat.
Joshua laughed. “Yeah, there is that.” His friend was beaming from ear-to-ear. Will would not have thought it a year ago, but Joshua and Victoria Sanchez might actually make it. He’d never been too fond of Victoria, but she seemed like she’d matured a lot and she was obviously head over heels in love with Joshua. So really, Will couldn’t begrudge them their happiness. But he also couldn’t deny that the constant smiles and mushy endearments that Joshua and Victoria erupted into whenever they were together made him want to vomit a little in his mouth.
“Why don’t you go over there and talk to her, Will?”
“Hell no.” No pretenses, he knew exactly who Joshua was suggesting that he go speak to.
“Come on, man. You keep shooting dark looks her way. You know subtlety has never been one of your strong points.”
“Just mind your own fucking business, man. Don’t you have enough stuff to occupy your time with, like your impending nuptials for one thing? Doesn’t Victoria have you picking out china patterns or something?” he mocked, taking another swallow of his drink. “Olivia Lewis made it crystal clear where she and I stand. And that just happens to be about a thousand miles apart from one another.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way. Look, I’m not sure what exactly happened between the two of you, but you should at least have the balls to go and talk to her. Man
“Want to go back to my place?” she asked again, in her annoying perky voice when he didn’t answer her.
“Maybe some other time.”
“Are you sure about that, handsome?” she asked, crossing her long shapely legs, she leaned into Will’s shoulder. “I’ll make it more than worth your while.”
She outstretched a perfectly manicured hand to massage his upper thigh suggestively. Still giving him her best pouty “come-hither” look, she practically purred at him as she stroked up and down his thigh.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Will said, removing her hand from where it had purposely wandered over to his crotch.
Will shifted slightly in his bar stool to look at her crestfallen expression. She had an average face. Nothing to write home about. But her body was a different story. She was completely stacked, and those long leg of hers were definitely working in her advantage. From the looks of her outfit, she knew how to show off her assets. She was wearing a barely-there black mini skirt, a fire engine-red halter top, and red stilettos.
Any other time, Will would have jumped all over that. Sheila—no Shiloh—would have been an easy lay. The perfect stress reliever after a migraine-inducing few weeks. He could have used a completely mindless fuck. And right about now, he could have been blissfully in the middle of his first orgasm of the night and headed toward a much needed dreamless sleep. But oddly enough, he didn’t find himself the least bit attracted.
“Idiot,” she muttered as she stormed back over to her friends.
“Hey.”
Looking up from his rum and Coke, Will found Joshua staring down at him with a goofy grin on his face. “What’s up, man?”
“This is like fucking déjà vu. About a year ago, we were in a ramshackle bar, similar to this one; except it was me sulking in the corner looking like someone had pissed in my corn flakes.”
“Yeah, well. What a difference a year makes. I have to say, you are definitely a lot more cordial when you’re getting your brains fucked out on a regular basis,” he said, sipping some more of the liquid fire and taking an odd comfort in the burn travelling down his throat.
Joshua laughed. “Yeah, there is that.” His friend was beaming from ear-to-ear. Will would not have thought it a year ago, but Joshua and Victoria Sanchez might actually make it. He’d never been too fond of Victoria, but she seemed like she’d matured a lot and she was obviously head over heels in love with Joshua. So really, Will couldn’t begrudge them their happiness. But he also couldn’t deny that the constant smiles and mushy endearments that Joshua and Victoria erupted into whenever they were together made him want to vomit a little in his mouth.
“Why don’t you go over there and talk to her, Will?”
“Hell no.” No pretenses, he knew exactly who Joshua was suggesting that he go speak to.
“Come on, man. You keep shooting dark looks her way. You know subtlety has never been one of your strong points.”
“Just mind your own fucking business, man. Don’t you have enough stuff to occupy your time with, like your impending nuptials for one thing? Doesn’t Victoria have you picking out china patterns or something?” he mocked, taking another swallow of his drink. “Olivia Lewis made it crystal clear where she and I stand. And that just happens to be about a thousand miles apart from one another.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way. Look, I’m not sure what exactly happened between the two of you, but you should at least have the balls to go and talk to her. Man
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