Page 17 of Billionaire In Vegas

“Okay then, let me rephrase, what caused her to kick your ass up and down the bar floor? Literally.”

I felt myself blushing. “It was just a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” He had a wicked gleam in his eyes and I felt as if he were already mocking me.

“Yes, a misunderstanding. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“So it had nothing to do with anything? She was just a random crazy person who attacked you?”

“Yep,” I lied running a nervous hand through my hair and finding scraps of debris and an entire cashew. I flung it over my shoulder.

“I could have eaten that,” Jude said faking sadness.

“You’re so gross.”

“That might be true, but at least I’m not the one trying to pick up almost married dudes the day before their wedding.”

I wanted the ground to open up right then and there and swallow me.

“Oh gosh, was it that obvious?”

“Umm yeah. It was clearly an engagement party.”

“So you were there the whole time?” I said feeling lower than low. “Then why’d you ask me what happened?”

He shrugged. “I just wanted to see if you’d own up to it. And you didn’t. Figured as much.”

“So you saw me when I—”

“Walked up to the poor guy and glued your mouth to him… yep, that was... interesting. Didn’t figure you for the type.”

“What type?” I said in a dark voice.

He wisely changed the subject. “So why him? Out of all the guys in the bar?”

Without thinking, I said, “It wasn’t my fault. He just, you know looked like the type who would be single.”

“What?” Jude laughed dryly. “That’s just mean. Ouch. So harsh. So perpetually single guys have a certain look?”

I blushed, feeling bad. “No, I just mean, that he wasn’t exactly the most attractive guy in the building—” I shut myself up. I was definitely putting my foot in my mouth.

“So that’s your mode of operation? You pick the most unattractive dude out of the bunch and stick your tongue down his throat. If that’s the case, it’s no wonder you’re still single.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “And what makes you think I’m single?”

“I heard your little conversation at the ice cream shop, remember?”

At that moment, I wanted to clobber my friends like Tanya had clobbered me.

I groaned, “How about we just forget all that and call it a night, shall we? Good night, Jude.”

I walked away from him but didn’t get very far. He caught me by my elbow and turned me around. “You owe me a drink.”

“Excuse me?” I pulled my elbow from his grasp.

“I was happily drinking some really good beer before I had to abandon it to save you.”

“One less beer won’t kill you. Goodnight Jude.”