"Yes, that's him." I glanced around at my friends like 'see I told you so'. "Is he by chance the town whore?"
"Cora. Shit." Dedra laughed and leaned back in her chair.
"Town whore? No. He's the son of a senator. He doesn't live here from what I understand." She shrugged. "Those guys with him are his bodyguards."
I stood up, not willing to believe the line of shit this girl was giving us. "Really?"
He glanced up and smiled, waving at me like we were old friends. I lifted my eyebrow and shook my head before sitting back down. What an asshole. Lying to this poor girl.
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p; "That's what he said." She shrugged. "Can I get you anything else before you go?"
"Just our check." I picked up a pickle off my plate and popped it in my mouth as my friends started to talk about how hot Brody was again.
"You guys should have seen him this morning with his shirt off." Emily giggled. "I pulled my shirt off in hopes of getting his attention."
I gave her a quick glare and hated how badly I wanted to reach out and smack her. What was wrong with me? Why was I trying to protect everyone from this handsome playboy? Half the reason we decided on one last trip before starting our jobs in various places across the country was to have one last fling.
Someone needed a fling with Brody. All of my friends wanted it to be them, but I couldn't see them surviving him.
"What are you thinking about?" Emily poked me.
"Nothing," I grumbled and glanced back up at the server.
"Sorry, girls. Your tab has been picked up by Brody." She smiled and shrugged. "Enjoy your night."
"What? No." I stood back up and turned toward him as him and his bodyguards stood up. I mouthed, “no,” but he ignored me, blew me a kiss and turned to walk out.
"Hey. It's okay." Cindy stood up and touched my arm. "What's up with you? Did something happen that you're not telling us about?"
"What? No." I pushed her hand away and grabbed my purse. "I don't want him paying for our dinner."
"Oh, fuck," Emily muttered, moving up beside me as I moved through the crowd.
"Hey." I caught up with them about the time we got outside. The three guys with him turned before he did, giving me a quick visual on what had to be his closest friends. We had the brain, the brawn, and the cowboy. Of course, Brody would need to be the cocky playboy. Typical. "Hey, Brody."
He turned and slipped his hands into his pockets as my friends moved up around me. "Ladies. You want a ride to the party? We got Clay's truck. It would be fun to pile in the back and get to know each other, no?"
"No," I barked as my friends all yelled yes.
They started toward the truck, leaving me standing there. I wasn't getting in the truck with him. It wasn't happening.
"Come on, Cora. Don't be odd man out." Brody turned to me as he helped my friends climb in the truck. "You can ride shotgun. Sit in my lap?"
"Fuck that." I shrugged and turned to walk toward town. I was fine not having a ride. It was a short walk, and it would prove a point.
What? That you're being a prick?
A deep growl resounded behind me followed by shoes hitting the pavement.
"Come on. Don't be like that." Brody moved up beside me. "I'm not going to bite."
"Really? You look like a piranha to me." I glanced over at him, hating how insanely good looking he was. That I couldn't be attracted to someone for their personality first and then their looks were aggravating.
"Do I really?" He nipped at the air rapidly, looking ridiculous as we walked up a steep hill side by side.
I couldn't help but smile.