answers for me. “She’s had her hair down to her ass for as long as I can remember.” He passes the glasses around. I play with my layered bangs self-consciously, once again brushing them out of my eyes. “It was Janine’s idea.”
“I like it,” Shane compliments.
“Me too,” Chase adds.
“Me three.” Jack clinks glasses with the guys around him, before shooting the tequila. “Especially the pink.” He wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
“Really?” I ask surprised.
“Yeah.” He pushes the glass toward me, indicating a refill. “Janine told me to tell you that.” He chuckles.
“Of course, she did.” I pour him a second shot.
“I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t like it, no matter what Janine told me to do.” He tips his head back confidently and swallows the amber liquid in one gulp. “One more.” He slams the shot glass down.
“I know. You never say anything you don’t mean.”
“I keep it real, baby.” He winks. Jack reminds me of an overgrown frat boy. A laid back, care free preppy, sporting a plaid shirt and backward baseball cap. I can’t do anything but laugh and fill his glass once again. Jack is as real as they come. What you see is what you get, which is refreshing. I know too many selfish, self-serving, unreliable people. Hell, I was raised by two of the most selfish, self-serving, unreliable people on the planet.
“You’d better slow down, or they’re going to be carrying you outta here.” I watch him bank another ounce and a half of tequila straight.
“It’s a party! That’s what’s supposed to happen!” He flashes a no-holds-barred smile.
“If you say so.” I swipe the shot glass away.
“I do. Get my two new friends here a drink on me.” He nods his head at Shane and Chase, who have been quietly listening to our exchange. “Janine said she invited them to stay.” There’s a gleam in Jack’s eyes. I know right then and there my sneaky BFF is up to no good. She’s stooped so low as to recruit her fiancé to meddle in my romantic affairs. “So let’s show them a good time, huh?” He winks again, conspiratorially this time.
“We never say no to a good time,” Chase immediately offers.
“That’s what I like to hear, brother.” Jack slaps Chase on the back. “No one will show you a better time than this chick right here.” Jack thumbs at me suggestively.
What the fuck! Shut up! I want to crawl under the bar and die. He’s making me sound like a floozy.
“She’s been taking pretty good care of us so far,” Shane discloses, a hint of sexual innuendo in his tone.
“No complaints,” Chase tacks on, leaning forward dominantly.
I swallow the thick lump in my throat. I’m a ball of confusion at the moment. Are they gay? Are they bi? I know I’m straight. Am I imagining things altogether?
I have no idea what to make of the odd couple sitting across from me. All I do know is that they’re gorgeous, and I would gladly take either home.
Maybe I am a floozy. I bite my lip.
“I’m here!” Shayna rushes in grabbing everyone’s attention. The bubbly blonde darts behind the bar and stashes her bag underneath the cabinet. “I’m sorry I’m late. Holy crap! What did you do to your hair?”
“ I cut it,” I state the obvious. “And what I did to my hair isn’t important. Where were you?”
“I got caught up.” She giggles uncontrollably, and I automatically know what that laugh means.
“What’s his name?” I sigh as I glance at the clock. One minute to nine. Could she cut it any closer?
“What makes you ask that?” She fixes the cocktail napkins and clears away two empty plates sitting in front of Shane and Chase.
“Because I’ve known you way too long, and there’s only one thing that turns you into a tardy, tittering tramp.”
“That was quite a word combo,” Chase cuts in.
“I like to read,” I respond rapidly.
“And nag.” Shayna escapes into the kitchen before she can be further ridiculed.
“I don’t
“I like it,” Shane compliments.
“Me too,” Chase adds.
“Me three.” Jack clinks glasses with the guys around him, before shooting the tequila. “Especially the pink.” He wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
“Really?” I ask surprised.
“Yeah.” He pushes the glass toward me, indicating a refill. “Janine told me to tell you that.” He chuckles.
“Of course, she did.” I pour him a second shot.
“I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t like it, no matter what Janine told me to do.” He tips his head back confidently and swallows the amber liquid in one gulp. “One more.” He slams the shot glass down.
“I know. You never say anything you don’t mean.”
“I keep it real, baby.” He winks. Jack reminds me of an overgrown frat boy. A laid back, care free preppy, sporting a plaid shirt and backward baseball cap. I can’t do anything but laugh and fill his glass once again. Jack is as real as they come. What you see is what you get, which is refreshing. I know too many selfish, self-serving, unreliable people. Hell, I was raised by two of the most selfish, self-serving, unreliable people on the planet.
“You’d better slow down, or they’re going to be carrying you outta here.” I watch him bank another ounce and a half of tequila straight.
“It’s a party! That’s what’s supposed to happen!” He flashes a no-holds-barred smile.
“If you say so.” I swipe the shot glass away.
“I do. Get my two new friends here a drink on me.” He nods his head at Shane and Chase, who have been quietly listening to our exchange. “Janine said she invited them to stay.” There’s a gleam in Jack’s eyes. I know right then and there my sneaky BFF is up to no good. She’s stooped so low as to recruit her fiancé to meddle in my romantic affairs. “So let’s show them a good time, huh?” He winks again, conspiratorially this time.
“We never say no to a good time,” Chase immediately offers.
“That’s what I like to hear, brother.” Jack slaps Chase on the back. “No one will show you a better time than this chick right here.” Jack thumbs at me suggestively.
What the fuck! Shut up! I want to crawl under the bar and die. He’s making me sound like a floozy.
“She’s been taking pretty good care of us so far,” Shane discloses, a hint of sexual innuendo in his tone.
“No complaints,” Chase tacks on, leaning forward dominantly.
I swallow the thick lump in my throat. I’m a ball of confusion at the moment. Are they gay? Are they bi? I know I’m straight. Am I imagining things altogether?
I have no idea what to make of the odd couple sitting across from me. All I do know is that they’re gorgeous, and I would gladly take either home.
Maybe I am a floozy. I bite my lip.
“I’m here!” Shayna rushes in grabbing everyone’s attention. The bubbly blonde darts behind the bar and stashes her bag underneath the cabinet. “I’m sorry I’m late. Holy crap! What did you do to your hair?”
“ I cut it,” I state the obvious. “And what I did to my hair isn’t important. Where were you?”
“I got caught up.” She giggles uncontrollably, and I automatically know what that laugh means.
“What’s his name?” I sigh as I glance at the clock. One minute to nine. Could she cut it any closer?
“What makes you ask that?” She fixes the cocktail napkins and clears away two empty plates sitting in front of Shane and Chase.
“Because I’ve known you way too long, and there’s only one thing that turns you into a tardy, tittering tramp.”
“That was quite a word combo,” Chase cuts in.
“I like to read,” I respond rapidly.
“And nag.” Shayna escapes into the kitchen before she can be further ridiculed.
“I don’t