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Of course it was. It said, “I support single moms,” and showcased the silhouette of a curvy, naked woman swinging from a stripper pole.
“Do I look like I care?”
He glanced up at my dry tone and lifted an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You’re not going to offer to wipe me dry like you did that dipshit, are you?”
I shoved him again for being a total jerk and for buying such an offensive shirt. “Why did you do that?”
He snorted and glanced after Trey. “Because the dude looked like a douche.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, I obviously don’t have a problem with douches. I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
He frowned. “Harsh, Caroline. I was just looking out for you.”
“No.” I set my hands on my hips and sent him the laser-beam depth of my glare. “You were cock-blocking me.”
Lifting his hands in completely unrepentant negligence, he said, “Fine, whatever you want to call it. He’s not going to bother you again. You’re welcome.”
“I wasn’t thanking you.” I made a face after him as he turned away and sauntered off. “You ass.”
“Love you, too,” he called back, blowing me a kiss over his shoulder. Then he took another swig of my damn beer.
I ground my teeth, frustrated with myself for letting him get to me so much that I had such a childish response and had to add to it by sticking my tongue out at him. But he could just make me so...mad.
As he strolled to the bar where Noel was watching us and sat on a stool, I glared after him. He and my brother spoke, and Noel glanced my way. Pointing at his own eyes, he then turned his fingers to tell me he was always watching me.
I sent him my own sign language and flipped him off. And the entire time, Oren sat facing the bar with his back to me as he finished off my drink.
Jerks. The both of them.
I guess that showed me for trying to get some action while they were around. But I’d come here to see Asher play; the action had been a spur of the moment thing.
I had a bad habit of running with spur of the moment ideas. And a year ago, I’d paid big time for it. It should’ve taught me my lesson. But like every other Gamble I knew, I had a hard head about learning lessons.
Needing to cool off and gather my self-control, I spun away and stalked toward the bathrooms. I waited until I was safely inside the ladies’ room before I breathed again. Pressing my back to the door, I closed my eyes, glad for a moment free from Oren.
Sucking in a nice, refreshing...eww! Who the hell was spraying such rank perfume?
I opened my eyes and immediately frowned at the three ladies gathered in front of the mirrors. They just happened to be three of the very four whores—I mean, fine, upstanding young women—who’d been huddled around Oren mere minutes ago.
Awesome.
Maybe we could all get together sometime and just have us a slumber party.
“I still can’t believe he picked you, you lucky bitch,” the girl teasing her hair complained as she puckered her mouth and studied her lipstick job.
“I know,” the one leaning in to examine the blackheads on her nose added before she tried to pop one. “I was totally feeling this vibe between us too. I was so sure he’d pick me tonight.”
“You just...suck,” muttered the third one who was, yes, still applying that awful perfume. “I’ve never had him before. It should’ve been my turn.”
Behind one stall door, a toilet flushed, and the fourth whore appeared as she opened the door. “Face it, ladies. I simply rule. Ten’s always preferred me.”
At the mention of Oren—or rather his stupid nickname everyone called him—I froze and focused on her a little harder. So, she was the chosen one for this evening, huh?
I hated her.
I really, really hated her.
“I heard he only does it in the dark,” perfume girl said, her eyes wide with wonder.
