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“The wedding ring on his finger should have been a dead giveaway.”
“I was twenty-one and drunk out of my mind. I wasn’t looking at his fingers.” She throws her hand up. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Not when you keep suggesting I take random strangers into the bathroom to have sex with them.”
“Okay, so maybe not the bathroom. But that still doesn’t change the fact that you need to get laid.”
“You act like I’m a pubescent boy who can’t keep it in his pants. We’re not all sex crazed lunatics. Some people are perfectly okay going without.”
“And some people are living in denial,” she quips. “Go talk to him.” Her eyes slide back to the group of guys.
“Who, him?” I discreetly gesture to Mr. Asshole himself.
“Duh.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because he’s sexy as sin.”
“And?”
“Do you really need more reason than that?”
“I mean, I do. But if you don’t, then by all means,yougo talk to him.”
“Fine.” She sets her drink on the small round table. “But don’t be jealous when I’m the girl leaving on his arm tonight.”
“I’m sure I’ll live,” I say flatly, watching her saunter off.
Seconds later, she slides up in front of the man who looks down at her with a hell of a lot less disdain than he looked at me with. I ignore how irritated this makes me, not really sure why I care in the first place. I’m used to seeing Henna get this type of reaction from guys. It’s like all she has to do is smile and they’re eating out of the palm of her hand.
Deciding I have better things to do with my time, I kill off the remainder of my drink and join Mariah and Chelle on the dance floor. We only get through a couple of songs before Sam comes to inform us that Andrew has had too much to drink and they’re taking him home.
I resist the urge to tell her he’s old enough to take care of himself, and instead tell her to be safe and text me once their home, before I go in search of Henna to see if she’s ready to call it a night.
When I finally manage to make it back to the table, after weaving through the thick crowd of people cluttering the dance floor, the only person still at the table is Andrew’s brother, Aaron.
“Hey.” I smile when I reach him. “Where’d everyone go?”
“Most of the girls are leaving with Sam and Andrew. Tim’s taking them home in his car. I volunteered to stay back with everyone who wanted to stay. Make sure everyone makes it home safely.”
“That’s awfully sweet of you,” I tell him, slipping onto the stool next to him.
“It was the only way I could get Sam to take Andrew home. Needless to say, my brother cannot handle his liquor.”
“And he’s how old?” I arch a brow.
“Twenty-nine.” He snorts out a laugh. “To be fair, he didn’t drink like the rest of us did in college. He’s a bit of a late bloomer.”
Before I have a chance to say anything, I feel someone slide up next to us, pulling my gaze to the side. My eyes lock withhisfor a split second, causing my skin to prickle slightly, before they dart back to Aaron.
“Sam said you’re staying to make sure all the girls get home,” he speaks directly to Aaron.
“Yeah, figured it was the least I could do.”
“Okay, well I’m going to head out. I’ve had about as much of this as I can take.”
“You got a ride?”
