She chuckled. “You don’t like Ethan, do you?”
“He wants to fuck you, and he strikes me as cocky.”
“Takes one to know one,” she sang.
“I’m not cocky.”
Miranda laughed. “No. I guess not. But you do come across as confident.” She smoothed her dress, which had flapped open, revealing her shapely thighs.
“Hey. I was enjoying that.” I ran my hand up her leg. “I’m not as confident as you think. I’m just good at pretending.” I reached her pussy and sighed. “Oh god. You’ve got those little red panties on.” I hooked my finger around them and felt her wet heat dripping.
“Come with me to my gig. Please.”
“I guess I could get the guys to lock up,” she said breathily. “I’ve been here all day. And I got here hours before they did. So they kind of owe me.”
I took her by the hand. “Good. I’ll wait here.”