"It does."
"That's a compliment."
"Mine too. You designed the tattoo."
She tilts her head to one side. "I'm not sure I buy you as humble." Her smile lights up her blue eyes. They're hard to see from under her silver makeup.
And her lips are red. Bright red. Think about where these lips could be red.
But I'm not thinking about ordering her onto her knees.
I'm thinking about how Em wears her lips that color.
I try to ignore that Emma has a sex life. She's an adult. She can do what she wants. I'm not going to tell her that sex is wrong or dirty. Not like I can talk.
But I still prefer to not connect the dots.
I try to shake it off. "No?"
"No." She leans into the table enough for her breasts to press together.
She has nice tits. They'd feel good in my hand. Or around my cock.
"You seem like the type to brag."
"About?"
Her laugh is bold. Knowing. "I guess you don't have to. Not when you have a reputation."
I try to imagine Anna in my bed. Pressing her against the wall. Rolling that dress to her waist and tearing off her bra.
The image flickers in my head. For a second.
Then it's Kaylee against the wall.
My hand up her skirt.
Those doe eyes of hers looking up at me with every ounce of trust in the world.
This isn't how tonight is supposed to go.
I'm supposed to smile at Anna. Return her flirty glance. Go back to her place—I only bring women home when Emma isn't around—and get her begging for release.
But none of that appeals.
I force myself to look back in her eyes. Force my voice to that I know you want to fuck me tone. "Do I?"
She laughs. "Now, I'm pretty sure you're playing coy to mess with me." She wraps her fingers around the stem of her wine glass. Takes her last sip. "I got here early. Right after work."
I nod.
She motions to the bar. "Let me back up." She pushes her empty glass away. "How about a drink?"
"You're buying?"
She laughs. "Well, I did invite you out."
"Doesn't matter."