“I’m not lying,” I lie. “You’re not my type. Despite your over-inflated ego, not all girls are rushing to be one of the two in your room.”
His rumble of laughter does stupid, stupid things to me.
“I usually only have one girl in my room at a time,” he quips, still smiling.
That definitely helps snap me out of my moment of weakness. Cheater. Player. Definitely that type. Those are almost the ones I hate the most. The thieves win the top slot.
“Have fun with her this weekend,” I tell him before turning on a heel and disappearing from the room before he can stop me.
One day, my body will catch up to my mind and stop being attracted to all things bad for my health.
Chapter 3
ETHAN
“Poker this weekend? Or are you having another rager?” Maverick asks me, as we walk out of the restaurant.
We stop on the corner, and I prop up beside a meter as I think it over. I’d rather party, but it’s rare all the ball-and-ch
ained guys get out without their women unless it’s for poker.
“Poker sounds good. I’m in. We can do it at my place.”
“Good. What happened to the psycho who tried to stab you?”
“I called her father. She’s going into ‘rehab,’ which means she’s at some resort far away from Sterling Shore until this blows over. I’m good with that.”
He nods and yawns like he’s ninety.
“What happened to you? You used to be young.”
He glares at me. “I’m still young, dickhead. I’m just not used to partying like a rockstar anymore. I prefer hanging out with just our group, because some people get too drunk too fast, and they become too annoying.”
I roll my eyes, but they stop midway when I see a familiar body stepping out of a vehicle at the curb. Of all the luck. It’s the tight-ass nurse who… is with the nerdiest douche I’ve ever seen in my life. Is he really using an inhaler?
She’s been in my head ever since my dick got painfully hard off just her scent, and she patted my cheek. I felt her pat my cheek. I didn’t feel anything but the pressure of her tiny gloved fingers when she was working on my leg, but I felt her touch my cheek when that glove was gone.
I never feel a touch like that unless someone surprises me and touches me when I’m not expecting it. But I saw her coming, yet I still felt her touch me.
Getting me so hard with zero effort both irked me and intrigued to the point I actually asked her out. Then she turned me down like she was disgusted with the offer, even though I could tell she wanted me.
She waits patiently, clutching her purse as she takes in the front of the restaurant I just left. Her dress… Fuck me. She has a much better body outside of those scrubs than I expected.
Her hair is dark and pulled to one side in some fancy way with clips, and her tan skin is… a hell of a lot sexier and smoother than I noticed before.
“Annnd I’ve lost you. See you later. I need to go catch up with Corbin anyway,” Maverick says, not looking behind him to see what has all my attention.
I barely mutter a bye, because I’m pretty fucking transfixed—and seriously confused. She turned me down, but she’s with a guy wearing a tweed jacket and smoothing down his comb-over?
His fly is unzipped, for fuck’s sake. I’m fairly sure some Buzz Lightyear underwear is poking through the hole of his unzipped zipper as well.
And now I’m staring at a guy’s crotch. Fucking great. Just great.
My eyes dart up to the firm, barely covered female ass. Her little black dress leaves just enough to the imagination. Outside of her scrubs, she’s a solid nine. He’s barely a three. This… This is just pissing me off. No way does that Ice Queen blow me off but go out on a date with a guy who is honestly wearing his shoes on the wrong feet.
He opens the door for her, and she bends over to adjust the strap on her high heel shoe. I get a better look at her ass, and… I take it back; she’s a solid ten. Not a nine.
Irritated, I walk in behind them, giving them time to get their seats. Regina smiles when I reach the hostess station.