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Grant wasn’t surprised a few songs later when Antonio led the girl off the dance floor and came to him. “Grant. I’d like you to meet Alissa.”
Grant nodded as the girl gave him a coy little wave. He knew this was going to be a very brief introduction.
“Alissa needs a ride home. I’ve offered to take her if that’s okay with you?”
Grant had to bite back a laugh. “Of course.”
Antonio winked at him over the girl’s head. “I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow, then. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Great, don’t be late, will you? Nice to meet you, Alissa.” He shook his head as he watched them walk away. That was one they used to pull in college. Whichever one of them had hooked up made the other one their alibi—the reason they had to leave the chick before eight in the morning and could not stick around to do Sunday with her.
He looked at his watch and wondered if he should call it a night. Just as he was about to get to his feet, a waitress brought him a fresh drink and smiled. “This one’s on the house. Antonio said you should stay and have fun.”
Grant chuckled. “Thanks.” Maybe he would.
His eyes widened when he saw two blondes appear in the doorway. Damn! That looked like fun. He could go for either one of them. The first wore a gold shiny number, her long, wavy hair curled around her shoulders. He smiled. She struck him as a no-nonsense kind. She might be hot and out for fun tonight, but he’d guess she was a down to earth practical kind of girl at heart. The other one was a different story. She wore a sexy little scarlet red dress that molded to her slender figure and made him want to … what? Yeah, it did. He could go for either one of them, but tonight he was going to go for this one, and the sudden and surprising ache in his pants made him determined that he’d succeed. Her honey blonde hair was pinned up, exposing a slender neck he wanted to taste. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to enjoy the image of letting her hair down and tangling his fingers in it as he pulled her head back to give him better access to her neck. Jesus! Where had those thoughts come from? Apparently, it really had been too long since he got laid.
He got to his feet and headed to the bar where the two were now standing. He needed to hear her talk, figure out what kind of girl she was—whether she’d be up for anything, and whether he’d still want her when he heard her talk. He wasn’t above having casual sex, but all too often with women who were into casual sex, her personality could turn him off just as fast as her body turned him on.
He found a spot at the bar beside them and listened to them talk.
“So, you’re telling me Adrian’s gone? All the talk about opening a restaurant, about putting down roots and all that, it was just bullshit?” Golden-dress sounded indignant as she asked.
“Yeah. He’s gone, but I don’t think it was bullshit. I think he believed it when he said it.”
“You honestly believe that?”
Grant turned his head so he could see Scarlet’s face as she replied. He guessed they were talking about her boyfriend, and if she was upset, he should probably forget it. Rebound sex could be great fun, but this situation had him feeling like a vulture ready to swoop in and pick over the carcass of a failed relationship.
To his surprise, Scarlet laughed. “Honestly, I don’t know what I believe. I don’t even think it matters. He’s happy. What else do I need to know? Isn’t that the only reason two people ever get together—because they think they can make each other happy? He found something else that makes him happy. Good for him. I wish him well.”
“And you’re not upset?”
Grant leaned closer, hoping she’d say no. A girl who could be that philosophical about a breakup might well be open to letting him make her happy for the night, but he didn’t want to feel like he was preying on her misery.
He was relieved when she replied. “No. I’m not. I’m much more upset about the fight I had with Dad, if that tells you anything.”
He turned to look at her, he couldn’t help it.
“It tells me that you’ve got your priorities straight,” said Golden-dress.
“Yep. It was fun while it lasted, but now it’s over.” She looked up and met his eye as she spoke.
He smiled. She was beautiful. She gave the slightest nod to acknowledge him and then turned her attention back to her friend. Golden-dress had noticed, though, and she turned around and looked at Grant. “Oh.” She looked surprised.
“Sorry,” Grant gave her his best sheepish grin. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. At least I didn’t mean to.”
She gave him a stern look.
“Can I buy you both a drink to make up for it?”
Golden-dress narrowed her eyes at him and looked him over. Scarlet met his gaze but didn’t speak.
“What do you think, Chelsea?”
Scarlet nodded without looking away from him. “Yes. Please.”
Golden-dress grinned at him and thrust out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Unintentional Eavesdropper. I’m Mary Ellen.” She leaned back. “And this is Chelsea.”
