“Not really,” I said.
“Don’t tell me your eyes were only for Chanel,” he said. “Dude. Don’t fucking get involved.”
“I told you. I’m not,” I said. “It was just a shock, seeing that they have the room next to us.”
“That means two things. One, it’ll be fucking easy as pie to slip into Ana’s pussy.”
“That’s only one thing,” I said.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Lost myself in the thought. The other thing is you need to have some seriously fucking loud sex. Make Chanel jealous as hell.”
“That should be her move. I’m the one who broke her heart, remember?” I asked.
“Who the fuck cares? Show her you moved on.”
Tommy and I were in the dining room, lounging by the bar. The two of us ordered whiskey on the rocks, and then we went to find an empty table. This room was full of people I had no intention of mingling with. They sucked ass in high school and they looked like they sucked ass now. Either people were huddled in their old groups reliving their glory days, or people were reintroducing themselves to old flames, trying to look like they’d made something of themselves in the past ten years. It was pathetic, and the fact that we had an itinerary made this even more idiotic.
I wasn’t going to be spending any more time with these people than I had to.
Tommy and I found an empty table and took a seat. I could see my friend scanning the crowd, looking for his first lay of the week. I sipped on my drink as I lounged back, my button-down shirt pulling against my muscles. It had been ages since I’d bought new clothes for myself, and if it wasn’t a T-shirt, it was being stretched to its limits.
“I think I found my woman for the night,” Tommy said.
“Who are you preying on tonight?” I asked.
“Ana just walked in.”
I whipped my gaze up to the main doorway and watched the two of them walk in. I saw Ana for a moment, looking no different than she did in high school. She still wore heels she couldn't walk in, she was still plastered with makeup, and she was still wearing clothes that were way too tight for her body.
But Chanel was a different story.
Chanel looked beautiful. Her long brown hair was down, cascading between her shoulder blades. Her light blue eyes were accentuated with the slightest hint of makeup. Her black heels flexed her toned calves and rounded out her ass nicely, and the dress she had fluttering over her body tugged at my cock. It was a simple yellow sundress with turquoise accents that matched the jewelry she was wearing.
Holy fuck, she looked amazing.
The tables were filling up quickly, and I saw the two of them walk over to the bar. Ana was ordering something massive that came in a colorful plastic cup while Chanel held a glass of wine. That was something I had always loved about her. Everything she did was so tasteful and full of grace. From the way she would glide across the floor in her heels to the way her dress swished against her luxurious curves, there wasn’t a thing about her that wasn’t perfect in my eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” Tommy said.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Just hold on,” he said.
I watched him walk over to Chanel and Ana, and I groaned. He was fucking inviting them over to our damn table. Of course, he would pull something like this. He was thinking with his cock and not with his brain. He was all about me not falling into Chanel’s web again or whatever the fuck he called it, but he didn’t think twice before leading them over here to sit with us.
I watched as Ana giggled with Tommy. Chanel’s eyes were darting around the room, her hand gripping onto her wine glass. She was nervous, which was odd for her. I had experienced many things with her while we were dating, but none of them included any sort of anxiety or nervousness.
But she was full of it, especially when her eyes landed on mine.
The way she moved across the floor was mesmerizing, like she was floating instead of walking. Ana’s arm was linked with Tommy’s as the three of them headed back to the table. If this was going to happen, and if Tommy was going to orchestrate this, then the least I could do was make this as bearable for Chanel as I could.
So, I stood up and pulled out her chair for her to sit in.
“Chanel,” I said.
“Rhett,” she responded.
I sat back down in my seat, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was snapping pictures of the room, getting candid shots whenever people ventured over to our table. Her lips curled over the rim of her wine glass as heat trickled up my back. I could remember the first time she ever wrapped those lips around my cock and how eager my body had been to blow its load right then and there. I spent the first half of that blowjob trying to contain myself, so she couldn’t choke on my cum.