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“No!” I say reaching for my phone again.
“Did you talk to him? Did you call him after he sent this?” I hear the scolding in his voice and I’m shocked at the fact that it doesn’t irritate me.
“No, I wasn’t sure what to say. And I guess a part of me figured…until I respond it’s not over.” As I speak the words, as I hear them back, I hear how pathetic I sound, and I know Vince won’t miss the opportunity to call me out for it. I cringe, awaiting the dig when I meet his eyes that seem filled with anything but criticism.
“He fell for someone else, Lauren. It’s over, babe.” He grabs another chip, dragging it through the river of cheese on the plate. “I see he took the coward’s way out though, which means he’s an even bigger douche than I thought.” He sets my phone down on the bar before taking a sip of his drink.
“Well, one will always recognize another,” I quip and he throws his head back as a hearty laugh leaves his lips.
“There she is.” He shoots me a wink before taking another sip of his drink. His arm brushes against mine and heat floods my veins at the minor touch.
I’m getting drunker by the minute and my inhibitions are disappearing by the second. I lick my lips, as I prepare to open Pandora’s box. “How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”
He raises one eyebrow. “Who says I don’t?” I pause, not sure how to respond when he laughs. “I don’t. That’s not to say I don’t have a quality rotation for when I want to have fun, but no one I’m committing to.” He takes a sip of his drink but his eyes never leave mine as he swallows.
“Aho-tation?God, you really are a cliché.”
A cocky grin finds his face, one side quirking higher than the other. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” I flip some hair over my shoulder before pulling my long tresses over one side and exposing my neck to him. It’s one of my signature moves when I’m trying to disarm a man. But why do I want to disarmthisman all of a sudden?
“You sure about that?” I feel his eyes on the side of my face, tracing my throat and I feel the tension crackle slightly between us.
“Sure, about what?” I swirl my straw around my drink.
He leans forward and the smell of his cologne and the whiskey waft around me and spark an aphrodisiac I can’t ignore. “That you don’t care.”
I turn my head to meet his penetrating gaze. His blue eyes are dark and I can’t help but notice the traces of silver running through them. I feel my cheeks heating at the intensity of our stare off and I turn my head towards my shot. “I…don’t.”
“Mmmhmmm.” He pulls away and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Maybe I fuck other women because the one I want is unavailable.”
“Unrequited love, huh? How tragic.” I don’t try to hide the sarcasm in my voice though I am wondering what woman potentially has Vincent Maddox tied up in knots.
“I’m not about to lose sleep over it. But I’ve wanted her for months and she refused to dump her boyfriend, and I mean…a guy’s gotta eat.” He smirks, running his tongue over his bottom lip and I hear the message loud and clear.
I scrunch my nose at his metaphor. “You’re disgusting.”
“If you think that’s disgusting, clearly he didn’t eat your pussy right either. God, you two were a pair.” He unbuttons the top button on his shirt, revealing a dusting of chest hair and I briefly wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through it. What it would be like to run my fingers down his chest to see how far down the hair went.
I blink my eyes several times, trying to calm my racing heart and the pounding in my clit that came from Vincent Maddox uttering the word “pussy.”Particularly in reference to mine.
“Are you just like not worried at all that I’ll go to HR with all of your wildly inappropriate comments?”
“So, I can’t say the word pussy while we are drinking at a bar but you can threaten me with bodily harm on the work premises? And honestly, I’ve never pegged you for a snitch; especially after all of the colorful names you’ve called me the last few months.”
“You’ve deserved every one.”
“Probably.”
I take a long sip of my drink, hoping the icy liquid will cool the fire burning beneath my skin. I hate that he has this effect on me all of a sudden. Is this all just fueled by alcohol? Or has all of our back and forth over the past few months just been foreplay to get us to this moment when I finally broke up with Drew
Wait. A. Fucking. Minute.
I feel a finger skim mine gently and lips dangerously close to my ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. You’re making that face you make when you’re concentrating hard on something.”
I take a deep breath wondering what speaking these words aloud could potentially mean. “You said…” I clear my throat and tuck a hair behind my ear, allowing the alcohol to give me the courage to get this sentence out. “I mean…I’m not the woman…am I? The one that refused to dump her boyfriend?”
I turn my head to face him and bump his nose in the process, making our faces less than an inch apart. My vision is starting to blur slightly and I have the sinking feeling in my gut that I just embarrassed myself by revealing my hypothesis.
