surprisingly, didn’t give them so much as a glance. They were all too busy studying their menus.
Jessi was sure the four of them would have drooled over the five women if they had seen them.
She shook her head when the conspiring women set their sugar dispenser on another table. The platinum blonde in the almost non-existent bunny costume stood and slinked her way between the two tables. “Excuse me, gentlemen, we don’t seem to have any sugar at our table. Could we borrow one of yours?” she asked as she bent down, exposing her cleavage.
All four of the men looked at her, then over at the other four women, who simpered and waved at them. If the men hadn’t noticed them before, they certainly had now.
Jessi felt sick. Her throat ached and she looked away. She couldn’t watch, though she knew what would happen. The women were beautiful. How could they resist?
“What if we split what’s left in here with you?” said a deep voice. It must have been Gareth. It hadn’t been Mac’s voice, though Jessi wasn’t sure. She didn’t look up. She couldn’t. She continued to stare down at her empty plate. Her stomach twisted into knots and she wished she hadn’t eaten all of her lunch.
“This isn’t our sugar. It belongs to the lovely ladies at that table, over there.”
Jessi looked up just in time to see the woman glance their way and chuckle. “Lovely ladies?” She leaned down and cupped his cheek. “Aren’t you nice to say that?” She practically purred, stroking his jaw as she retracted her hand. “They should pay you for that.” She took the full sugar dispenser and stood up. “I’m sure they won’t mind. It’s not like they need it.”
“You’re right,” Mac agreed.
Jessi’s stomach knotted at his words.
“I knew you’d agree.” The woman turned their way with a smirk. She had the men by the short hairs, and she wanted Jess and Kelly to know it.
“Of course. We all agree.”
Zach or Derek had said that. She wasn’t sure who was who just yet.
Jessi’s heart constricted. She had known they didn’t really think she and Kelly were beautiful, but it still hurt to hear it.
“They are already sweet enough. They don’t need sugar.” Mac sat back and crossed his arms. “You, on the other hand, could use a bit of sugar.” He grinned. “Put a little meat on those bones.”
Jessi stared at Mac, her jaw slack. She could barely believe he’d said that.
The waitress stopped by their table with a smile. “The men over there…” Pausing, she pointed to Mac and Gareth. “…paid for your lunch and gave me a tip. Have a good day, ladies.” She leaned down and dropped the volume of her voice to a whisper. “They look like keepers to me. If I were you, I wouldn’t let them outta my sight.”
“You got that right, sister.” Kelly leaned close. “I don’t know about you, but I think I might have fallen in love in here.” She sighed. “The only problem with that is, I’m not sure which one I’ve fallen for—maybe both of them.” She rested her elbows on the table, putting her head in her hands.
“Both?” Jessi glanced at her best friend, knowing that she might have fallen a little in love herself. She only hoped that the men wouldn’t come between her and her best friend.
“Yeah. Both of the two dreamy ones with the dark brown hair.” She wrinkled her nose. “The other two look more your type. I know you lean toward guys who are a little more radical. That hair is radical, in my opinion.”
“Thank goodness!” Jessi rested her hand against the center of her chest. “I was afraid you were going to say Mac and Gareth.”
“Nope. Zach and Derek look more my speed,” Kelly said, her smile fading. “Now, our only problem is choosing between them. We’re trying to start a new life, not continue with the old one. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want guys all over calling us sluts.”
“I know.” Jessi bit her lip. “Maybe the best thing we can do for our