Chad miraculously reappears, sweat beading his forehead and a glazed look in his eyes. He collapses in the chair next to mine. “I want a beer and a tequila shot,” he tells Jensen’s chest.
“Hold on little brother,” Emmett says, amusement in voice. “Let her give everyone else their drinks first.”
Jensen seems to move extra slow as she hands out the rest of the drinks, and I remain stiff, trying my best to look indifferent as she draws closer. Her nearness is unsettling. I can smell her familiar sweet scent, and it both arouses me and pisses me off.
The last time I was with her, I was balls-deep inside her tight little body, savoring the way she touched me, how she called my name when I made her come. That night had been amazing. Unbelievable. I think I came three times, maybe four. And I’m pretty certain I made her come at least five times…
“What would you like?” Jensen’s voice interrupts my dirty thoughts, and I glance up at her, my gaze narrowed. I can’t think about what she looks like when she comes, or how beautiful she was that night. Her naked skin flushed, her lips swollen, her nipples hard and damp from my mouth.
Yeah. Can’t think about any of that.
“What beer do you have on tap?” I lift my brows, silently daring her to say something more. Is she really not going to acknowledge that we know each other?
Am I also going to sit here and pretend I don’t know her?
Looks like it.
She rattles off a few different beers, her voice shaky, and I choose one of the local IPAs, the bot of us looking past each other. Like strangers. She takes down my order and Chad’s, and I watch her as she walks away, heading toward the bar.
“She’s hot,” Chad says.
“Uh huh.”
“She was giving you the look.”
I turn my head, glaring at Chad. “What do you mean?” What is he talking about? We barely made eye contact.
“She kept…I don’t know, looking at you. Like she was interested.” He shrugs. “Maybe you should go for it. She’s got a great body.”
“I don’t go for skanks who work at strip clubs,” I sneer. The moment the words leave me, I feel like shit. Because I actually do go for skanks who work at strip clubs.
I just didn’t realize it until tonight.
An hour later I’m exiting the bathroom to find Jensen waiting for me in the darkened hall, biting her lower lip.
A week ago, I would’ve found that gesture sexy as hell. Right now, I wonder if she’s putting on an act. Ready to play me yet again.
“Rhett—” she starts, but I cut her off by raising my hand and practically putting it in her face.
“Not interested,” I say gruffly as I try to walk past her.
She puts herself right in my path, and the hall is narrow, so I would have to physically move her out of my way to get past her. Meaning I’m stuck. “Listen, I just want to explain a few things.”
I can hardly look at her I’m so annoyed, but I do. And then I tell myself to stare at her real hard. She’s got a lot of makeup on, especially around her eyes. Thick black eyeliner and lots of mascara, and her lips are painted a deep blood-red. Her skin shines and sparkles, like she sprayed herself with some kind of glitter lotion, and all at once, I’m disgusted. Disappointed. In her and myself.
I don’t know how to deal with her. I don’t want to deal with her right now. I’d rather lose myself in alcohol for the rest of the night and forget my troubles.
Instead I’m stuck in a dark hallway with a girl I still care about, even though I know I shouldn’t.
“What do you want to explain, huh? How you lied to me? How you told me a bunch of bullshit stories about your life and what you do?” I step closer but she never backs down. Instead, she tilts her head back, her gaze locked on mine, appearing fully prepared to take what I have to say. “I tried to help you, Jens. I brought you to my house that night and I was perfectly willing to do whatever it took to be there for you.”
Like a fucking sucker. What was
her real plan on getting to know me? Was she using me because I’m rich?
She still hasn’t said anything. She’s just watching me with those big blue eyes, now shiny with—ha—tears.
“And you still ran out on me,” I finish, my voice bitter. I hate hearing that bitterness. Makes me think I actually cared.