Innuendos (It Had 2 B U Book 1) Read Free Page A

after hanging up with me. I probably got there only a few minutes after him, but in those few minutes, he already has a trio of girls circling him. Like horny moths, they flitter about him, pestering him as he waits for me. I think it’s his red hair. It’s like a beacon of obnoxiousness, kinda like a lighthouse, only oddly styled and attracting chicks not ships. For some reason, girls are attracted to gingers—especially Tony. I’m not sure exactly why. Tonight his hair is wildly styled on the top of his head. He’s wearing all black except for a splash of pink that barely peeks out of his breast pocket. He’s got his hands shoved into his slacks, and that stupid shit-eating grin of his greets me as he sees me stroll up. The three girls twittering around him don’t look old enough to get into the bar. Before he goes to jail for statutory rape, I jump in and save his ass.
    “Honey, there you are,” I say in my most feminine voice. The girls turn around and their mouths drop. “Baby, I told you to wait for me.”
    Tony lifts up a disapproving eyebrow.
    I put my arm around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder. “You know how much I miss you when you’re gone.” Then to be funny, I squeeze his ass, and just as I hoped he would. Tony squeals like a piggy.
    His jailbait fan club bailed the moment my head met his shoulder. The ass grab was purely for his discomfort and my own personal amusement.
    He shoves me away and groans, “What the fuck, Max?”
    “Jailbait, you’d be lucky if they were sixteen.”
    “Fuck. Thanks for saving me then.”
    “No problem, Honey. Shall we go inside,” I ask him smugly.
    “Only if you promise never to grab my ass like that again.”
    “Sweetheart, you know I can’t resist your ass. It’s like straight up muscle.” I go to squeeze it once more, and he punches me in the shoulder.
    I guess I deserve that.
    “Alright funny guy, let’s go find you a little Chinese hottie.”
    Once we enter the bar, we fall into our normal routine. First we scour the club for our targets. Right off the bat, I see my prize at the other end of the room. She’s sitting with a few girlfriends, and sipping Mimosas. She’s petite, at least 5’4. She’s wearing a skin tight red dress and classy black pumps. Her almond shaped eyes are spending more time staring at the table than looking around the room.
    She’s nervous. Perfect! The submissive types are my favorite .
    Tony’s eyes settle on the hot blonde sitting next to her. All the girls at the table are wearing the color red. Some of them are dressed a little skimpier than the others—Tony’s blonde being one of them.
    “So,” Tony says, “how are we going to play this? Are we going to buy them a round of drinks and get straight to flirting? Are we going to hit on their friends to make them jealous? What’s the game tonight, my friend?”
    “Drinks, no games, straight up flirting, and then home immediately.”
    “Fuck dude, is it Breezy’s date night or something?”
    I throw him an angry glare. “What do you think?”
    “You just need to man up and tell that hot bitch how you feel about her.”
    “I swear to god, Tony. Call Breezy a bitch one more time and I’m going to feed you so much more than a knuckle sandwich.” I raise a threatening fist.
    “Okay, geez. I forgot how sensitive you are about Breezy.”
    “She’s my best friend. I don’t appreciate anyone talking about her in a demeaning manner. Now, how about you shut up and help me ring in our targets?”
    “Sounds good to me.”
    We turn around to the bar and order another round of Mimosas for the table of ladies in red. We make our way over with drinks in hand and smile as the girls finally take notice of us. My target fidgets nervously. Tony’s, on the other hand, is puffing up her chest and showing off her obviously fake knockers.
    “Ladies, we come bearing drinks,” Tony says, saddling up next to his blonde. “I’m Tony, this is my pal Max, and you