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Elise looks between them with eyebrows arched. "What’s wrong with you? They’re gorgeous and willing."
"Way too small for me," Blake says. "I like women, not girls. And they need to have some curves. Something to really hold on to."
As he says this, his gaze tracks over Elise from head to toe.
Rather than blushing, or acting flustered in the slightest, Elise cocks one hip and plants her hand on it. "Is that right? I suppose you think you should just get your pick of any woman anywhere?"
Blake drags his tongue over his bottom lip and then turns back to the table. "Seems to work that way."
Elise laughs. She doesn’t roll her eyes, doesn’t call him on his bullshit, she just laughs as if his ego genuinely delights her.
Jack grins widely. "I mean, it definitely helps the rest of us that Crew and Alexsei are off the market."
She laughs again and then leans in closer to Jack. "Now see, I believe everything that Wilder just said. But I don’t believe that coming out of your mouth."
He tips his head. "Coming from you, that’s a compliment."
"How’s that?" she asks.
"Spoken as someone who knows very well that she can have anybody in this bar. Male or female, probably."
She gives him a smirk and then scans the room. "Good to know. Thank you."
"Yeah, well, don’t forget this table is in this room," he says.
She chuckles softly, then reaches up and pats his cheek. "You’re so cute."
She acts as if she’s about to move off when Blake reaches out and grasps her wrist. She turns back.
"You don’t think I’m cute?" he asks.
Now her gaze rakes over him from head to toe. She shakes her head. "Cute? No."
Then she shakes off his grasp, turns, and saunters back across the bar.
I watch as both Wilder and Hayes watch every swing of her hips.
"Your tongues are practically on the table, guys."
Jack shakes his head, his attention still across the bar. "I know."
Blake takes a breath and then blows it out. "I can’t believe she thought that I was even going to notice those other three girls as long as she’s in this room."
"You have a thing for Elise?" I ask.
"Well, I’m not dead, stupid, or married," he says. "So, yeah."
I chuckle and have to admit that watching this little flirtation has definitely cheered me up a little.
"Well, Elise is a bit of a handful. You sure?"
Blake gives me a grin. "Well, I guess it’s good I’ve got two big hands then."
By the time Andrew, the driver who works for Nathan, but now is essentially our family's driver, drops me off in front of the brownstone, I’m feeling a little better.
Less pissy, less sad, and now more just disappointed.
In the outcome of the game.
