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“I do think one of them has eyes for you, Naomi,” Mia nudged me and pulled me to her side.
“I’m not interested in some tattooed biker hoodlum who wants to drink too much and get himself into trouble,” I huffed.
“Wow. Judge much?” Camilla hissed.
“I’m not judging anyone.”
“You’re going to stand there and try telling me that you didn’t just describe those two beautiful creatures as hoodlums because of the leather and tight blue jeans?”
“Don’t forget the poor use of body ink,” I said.
Mia and Camilla turned to look at me and I could see the contempt in their eyes.
“Okay,” I said, cocking my head. “Maybe I am, but looks have a lot to do with who you are, and those two?” I point at them nonchalantly. “They scream trouble. I’m not looking for trouble.”
“Naomi, you have been so far away from trouble that you wouldn’t be able to find it if you tripped over the damned thing,” Mia said.
“Very funny,” I replied.
“I don’t know,” Camilla said. “I think we should introduce ourselves and see what they have to offer.” She then sauntered up to them.
I gasped, trying to grab her before she got too far away. “Camilla!” I said in a loud whisper. “Get back here now.”
She ignored me and I watched her do the exact opposite of what I wanted her to do. She walked up to them, flipped her bleach blonde hair back, threw her hip out, propped her hand on it and started introducing herself. The knot in my stomach tightened when they smiled, and one looked directly at me and was in no way discreet.
I quickly looked away, my breathing a little harder. I took Mia’s arm and pulled her in the opposite direction. “Let’s check out the dunking booth. I hear our old principal is one of the participants.”
“Naomi,” Mia said, standing her ground. “Stop living with your head in the sand. Give life a chance, will ya? These guys are gorgeous. What is the harm in just talking to them?”
“They aren’t my type.”
“You don’t have a type.”
“Sure I do. Everyone has a type.”
“I’m pretty sure yours doesn’t exist,” Mia replied with a roll of her eyes.
“I want a man who is practical, who knows what he wants in life, someone stable and success driven. Someone who is—”
“Boring.”
“Stable,” I hissed.
“Whatever. Fine. Keep looking for Mr. Nonexistent, but in the meantime—” She turned me around so I was facing Camilla and her new friends. “It’s time to play.”
“Mia, I can’t—”
“Don’t say you can’t,” she interrupted. “Just talk to them. You can throw them back when you’re done. Something about them tells me they won’t mind.”
“That’s rude. I would never—”
Before I could finish, Camilla walked back to us with a big smile. A wave of relief wafted over me until I saw the two men following her. My heart raced, and my mouth went dry. I shoved my straw into my mouth and filled it with alcohol.
“Hello, ladies,” The shorter of the two looked both Mia and me up and down before he slithered his arm around Camilla’s waist. “I’m Bones, and this is my man Devlin.”
I glanced at the second one and his eyes seared into mine. I forced a smile with all intentions of keeping him a good distance away.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. He offered me his hand. I nodded, but pushed my hands behind my back. “The shy type? I like it.”
“The uninterested type,” I said primly.
He pulled his hand back, surprised by my comment.
“I’m sorry,” I rescinded. I shot Mia and Camilla a look of annoyance. “My friends seem to think I need to live a little on the dangerous side. I suppose you fit that bill.”
“I see. And you don’t agree?” he asked with his head cocked to the side and a smirk dancing on his lips.
“With what? That you’re dangerous?”
“No,” he chuckled. “That you don’t need to live a little.”
“No. I’m perfectly content with who I am.”
“Me too,” he said, looking me up and down with a grin.
I felt like he knew what I looked like naked and I could feel myself blush.
My friends joined in on the humor, and it infuriated me.
“I don’t need this,” I spat, shoving my now finished drink into Mia’s hand. I walked away, feeling my heart beating out of my chest.
“Naomi, come on,” Mia called out. “Don’t be that way. Come back and have some fun.”
“You have fun if he’s your type.”
“He’s not. I’m gay, remember?” she yelled.
I shook my head and kept walking. I needed to get away from them. My face was hot with embarrassment, my fingers cold with nervousness, and my heart wouldn’t calm down. A guy like that was bad news. I kept repeating that in my mind, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was extremely attracted to him. I shook my head again, trying to focus on the fact that he was too dangerous to be around.
