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He laughed as I chuckled at my own joke. “Go get ‘em, buddy.”
I picked up the shot and took it to the head, and then I grabbed my beer and made my way over to the blonde beauty. She was wearing a tight pink tank top, white skinny jeans, and pink snow boots, fur and all. I could see her hard nipples through the tank top, and my dick twitched just thinking about fucking those tits. She smiled, and her friends raised their eyebrows, walking away, giggling.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Cameron.”
“Well, hello, Cameron,” she said flirtatiously. “My name is Bambi.”
We sat and flirted relentlessly, our legs intertwined, and stuck in the corner of the lounge, oblivious to everyone else around us. She was so sexy, and I think the fact that she saved me from a forever conversation made her even sexier than before. Her name was Bambi, and Bambi was about as smart as you would imagine her to be, but I had zero interest in her brain that night. In fact, I had zero interest in her brain any night, and I really wasn’t concerned with anything she actually had to say. I was an ass, but not usually that much of an ass. I didn’t know what came over me. I usually treated every woman I met like a princess, even if I only planned on knowing them for an hour or two. It was the right thing to do. My thoughts were drawn from that, though, as Bambi laid her hand on my thigh and leaned into me.
“Why don’t you take me to my room where we can be more comfortable?” she whispered. “I have a bottle of Cristal, all lonely upstairs.”
“I like that idea.” I smiled. “Let me just go talk with my buddy for a second, and we can be on our way.”
She nodded her head, but as I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed me deep and hard, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth and sucking on it. I lingered there for a moment, trying to get my footing. My mind immediately went right where she wanted it to go, my dick. I smiled charmingly at her and stood up, adjusting myself so I didn’t run into someone with my boner. I shook my head, walking back over to Glen, who was still lost in his own little world of families. I pulled my coat from the chair, bringing him back to the present.
“Things are going well, I presume?”
“You could say that.” I laughed, looking back over my shoulder.
“There are a million girls in the room, and you manage to pick out the fakest bimbo in the bunch.” Glen chuckled.
“They are the most open, the most non-threatening, and usually take the least amount of time to get naked,” I replied. “Needless to say, I won’t be settling down tonight.”
I winked at Glen and threw him my wallet for the drinks I promised to buy, before walking over and lifting Bambi up out of her chair. As we walked away, I looked back over at Glen who was shaking his head, but smiling. Nope, no settling down in my future, even if that meant I lost him as my partner.
Chapter 6
Bea
My fingers were moving twice as fast as they normally did on the keyboard. I had started the new project, a romance sequel, and with my current mood on relationships, when they asked me for a “sarcastic but in the end, a Prince Charming” type of love story, I knew I would be perfect for it. The ideas were flowing so fast that I wrote the plot outline in about three minutes before jumping right into the whole story. It wasn’t often anymore that my creativity was sparked, especially since I never had time to write anything for myself, but today, I was feeling the vibe with this book.
Hailey had called that morning, and I told her I had some news, so she said she would drop by when she was done with work, leaving me a perfect stopping point for the day. Otherwise, I would keep going, not sleeping at all. Until then, I just put my nose down and worked hard, glad that my thoughts were not swimming around Grant and the fact that I was going to be the old, lonely spinster for Christmas. I just wanted to have a normal life, with a normal relationship, and a Christmas surrounded by snow, Christmas lights, and people that I loved. I sighed to myself, realizing that wasn’t going to happen this year and that I better just start hoping for a good change over the next year, so the next Christmas can be better.
My thoughts shifted when a knock came to the door, and I glanced down at the time. I had been writing all day, not even realizing how late it was getting. I got up from my desk and walked out to the living room and across to the front door. Hailey smiled and held up a bottle of wine as she walked inside.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She laughed. “But it’s not often you have something to tell me, and wine goes well with bad news and good news.”
“Too true,” I replied. “This is why you are my best friend.”
I walked in and grabbed some glasses, tossing Hailey the corkscrew and waiting for her to fill our glasses. We wandered into the living room and sat on the couch, the fireplace roaring. Hailey looked around the room and smiled, glancing over at the view from the windows.
“Seriously, you have like the best place ever.” She smiled. “You are like, my life goal.”
“Oh, God.” I laughed. “If your goal is to be a lonely, hermit, single woman, then we have to talk.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “Grant came over last night. We were supposed to have me and him time, but to him, that meant he wanted to go out to some fancy club. To me, that meant curled up in front of the fireplace watching movies. Well, one thing led to another, and we were arguing as he berated me for being a writer, a woman, a person even. Then, when I said I wasn’t going to the club, between the ringing of his phone, he broke up with me and walked out the door, taking all my ideas of the future out with him.”
“I’m sorry, Bea,” Hailey said sympathetically.
“The thing I realized was, I wasn’t even sad about it,” I replied. “I didn’t shed one tear, until I realized what I just got myself out of. Damnit if I didn’t see how badly he treated me until he was gone. Then came the depression, thinking about the Christmas I had to spend alone, and the fact that I will always be the single old lady that never finds a husband. That was what hit me the most, the desperation of it all.”
“Well,” Bea said, taking a deep breath. “I think you are better off spinstering it with me, than spending another day letting ‘Old English’ berate and beat you down until you turned into the woman he wanted. Come on. Finish that wine and get dressed. We’re going shopping.”
“Now that is the kind of demand I can fold to.” I laughed. “Thanks for coming over, Hailey. And thank you for not telling me ‘you told me so.’”
