“It’s important to know and accept who you are.” She shrugs. “A lot of people can’t or won’t. I don’t know, but pretending to be someone you aren’t is just plain stupid, in my opinion, but I’m going to stop rambling now. Thank you,” she adds as our waitress hands out our drinks. Robyn gives me a look, but I shake my head.
“Thank you,” I echo.
After we place our order—a mix of tacos, enchiladas, and burritos so we can enjoy and indulge and truly celebrate—I hear a bit of a commotion. Discreetly, I glance over and see that a table has been claimed by four hot guys.
You guessed it.
The Grim Reapers.
Immediately, my heart starts to race, and I look away before I risk making eye contact with Rob. That’s the last thing I need. More BS.
I rub my hands on my legs. My palms are a bit sweaty, and my mouth is dry. Fuck. I have to pull myself together.
Robyn says nothing about them, but from the smirk she flashes me before lifting her glass and taking a sip of her drink is proof that she’s spotted them.
I cough and run a hand down my hair. “So… Do you, ah, just call them up when you’re ready?”
“Basically or wait for them to call me. It goes either way.”
“How…”
“You prefer a relationship, don’t you?” she asks. “I’m not judging, just like I appreciate you not judging me.”
“Maybe it would be easier if I could accept the whole no strings attached thing.” I rub the back of my neck.
That had been the whole point of the one-night stand on the cruise ship. No strings attached. I wasn’t supposed to ever see Rob again.
Now that I have, I realize that while he might deserve a pedestal for his sexual prowess, that doesn’t mean I necessarily am compatible with his personality. For whatever reason, that’s a bit of a hard pill to swallow.
But did I overreact? Yes, he judged me based on my attire, acted as if all guys could, but he has seen me naked so maybe that’s colored his judgment some. Not that I’m making an excuse for him, but I really don’t want to blow it…
Fuck, am I considering giving him another chance? What happened to getting my life on track? A guy will only complicate matters.
But a booty call… and with a guy I already know is amazing in bed…
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy someone sauntering over, and I swallow hard, a pit growing in my stomach because I just know it’s Rob.
“Do you mind if I sit for a minute?” Rob asks Robyn smoothly.
“Sure thing.” Robyn winks at me, lifts her glass as if to toast to us, and saunters away, still holding her red drink.
Rob sits across from me, legs sprawled out beneath the table, his one foot rubbing against the inside of my leg.
“Why don’t you come over to my place?” he asks. “I feel like we need to fix things. Earlier was a bit… rough.”
Rough.
When we had been together, it had been rough and wild at first, but then we slowed things down, still hot and heavy but more… personal almost.
But to go over to his place, is that really a good idea?
I’m not so sure.
Yet what do I find myself saying?
“Why not?”
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