“I have two sides that don’t really go together or make sense.”
“I would have to agree.” Waving Cheyenne over, I said, “Give me two shots of Silver.”
Cheyenne gave me a slight glare before reaching under the bar for the Patron. She sat the two shot glasses down on the bar a little harder than she had to before pouring in the white tequila. Without another word to me, she headed down to the end of the bar where some of the other guys sat.
Alexandra eagerly reached for her shot glass. Raising it up, she cocked her brows at me. “Bottoms up?”
With a nod, I grabbed my glass. “Bottoms up,” I echoed. As I brought the glass to my lips, I eyed Alexandra, waiting for her to pussy out. Instead, she sucked down the tequila in one gulp and didn’t even use a lime.
Once I finished mine, I grinned at her. “Impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“Another?”
“I really shouldn’t since I have to drive home.”
“Come on, live a little.”
“Riding a motorcycle and getting drunk off tequila on a school night? I’d say you’re a bad influence on me.”
“I take that as a compliment.”
She laughed. “I would imagine you would.”
“I’ll take you up on your offer.”
“Good.” When I glanced down the length of the bar, Cheyenne once again glared at me. I didn’t know what her fucking problem was. I was just having a drink with Alexandra. It wasn’t like I was fucking her on the bar or something.
Without a word, she came over to me. Taking the patron bottle she slammed it down on the bar. “In case you two want more.”
And then she stalked away. Alex glanced from Cheyenne’s retreating form over to me. “I don’t think she’s a big fan of mine.”
With a shrug, I replied, “Doesn’t matter.”
“It does when she looks at me like she wants to scratch my eyes out.” Alex ran her finger over the rim of her tequila glass. “Are you seeing her?” she questioned softly.
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
Grabbing the bottle of Patron, I poured us both another well needed shot. Without answering her question, I raised my glass to her. “Bottoms up again.”
Alex took her glass and then clinked it with mine. “Cheers.” We then both downed the shot, shuddering a little as the alcohol burned down our throats. “Now answer my question,” Alex demanded in a no-nonsense tone.
“Okay, but you’re not going to like it.” I poured myself another shot. Surprisingly Alex slid her glass over for a refill. Once we downed yet another one, I said, “I’m not dating Cheyenne, but I’ve been fucking her for the last two years.”
Alex’s dark eyes widened at my summation. “I see.”
“Hey, you asked.”
As Alex stared passed me at Cheyenne, she said, “She wants more from you, but you’re not willing to give it. Right?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t you want to settle down now that you have Willow?”
“Willow doesn’t need some woman forced on her to play mommy. She has Mama Liz. Besides, Cheyenne isn’t mommy material. I’m not sure she’s even wife material.”
