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Seriously?
Glancing over at her, Alex gives her a megawatt smile. “Sorry, only Mel gets my special treatment.”
Oh sweet Jesus, he’s making it sound like his dick is named ‘special treatment’ and only I get it. And now I’m thinking about him giving me his ‘special treatment’ and my head spins a little.
Is it hot in here?
“Oh, I see,” the girl says, a little taken aback, shooting daggers at me.
“Yeah, no. It’s not like that,” I say quickly.
“It’s not?” Alex smirks, his eyes dancing with our secret, making my cheeks heat slightly.
“No.”
“Huh, could’ve fooled me.” His green eyes hold mine, and something passes through them that has me captivated where I stand. If he wanted to, he could get me to do just about anything while looking at me like he is.
But a throat clearing next to us has me pulling my eyes away and I look down at the worn wood of the bar, gathering myself again.
Maneuvering the drinks around so I can hold all three in my hands, I don’t look at either Alex or the girl again as I shove my way through the crowd back to the table. Maybe if I’m not there, he’ll jump at the chance to make sure she gets his ‘special treatment’ later tonight. I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of him getting any.
“So, how did it go?” Ally asks with hopeful eyes.
“He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you right there on the bar – everyone be damned!”
“Ashley! What the hell?!” Looking around, a few people who are standing close enough to hear look at me with knowing eyes, and I feel my face heat.
She’s not even drunk yet and she’s yelling shit like that.
“Oh, relax, Mel,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “We all saw it.”
Sitting, I drink my wine, but I definitely think this will turn out to be a night where my wine turns to whiskey really quickly.
Out of curiosity, I look back at Alex and see that he’s still talking to the girl. She’s probably offering herself up to him like some hussy advertising that she’s ready to go upstairs with him whenever he says the word.
Bitch.
I usually try to not pass judgement on anyone, but for some reason, I can’t stop my mind from calling every woman who flirts with Alex every name in my tramp dictionary repertoire.
I can’t help it.
And I hate that I’m becoming just like every other woman who expects Alex to be something he isn’t. He’s a flirt. He’s a player. He uses women for one thing, and doesn’t apologize for it.
And he shouldn’t. He is who he is.
But… I can’t help but want to be different to him.
I want him calling me gorgeous because he really, honest to God, thinks I am, not because that’s his game.
I want him looking at me with those emerald eyes, and to feel the same captivation and pull that I do.
“Earth to Mel. Hello?” Ally says, diverting my attention.
Looking over at her, I see Courtney has joined us, and I force a smile. “Hey, yeah. Hi, Courtney!” I try and sound cheerful, but it’s coming off as a little fake to my ears.
“Yeah, no. Don’t try that shit with me.” She laughs. “What happened with you and Mr. Sexy Bartender?”
“Huh? Nothing,” I say quickly.
