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“Can we get two extra dirty martinis, please?”
Isabella taps her acrylic nails on the bar top. That’s one thing about her that used to drive me crazy, how long and gaudy she kept her fingernails. And now, I can’t help but think about Nadia’s natural nude color on her short, modest nails. They looked professional and clean.
“Your parents have Adam, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Any hot plans for tonight? We aren’t hurting your look, are we? Are you expecting a date or something?”
A lot of questions.
“Just a pretty night; I wanted to see the town for a moment.”
Martha pulls out her phone to fumble around with texting. Isabella looks me up and down, studying my attire.
“Looks like you’re looking for a good lay.”
Fuck. She has no idea.I’m just looking for an excellent lay with Nadia. If my will has any strength, Nadia will find it impossible to not come inside this place. I wonder if she’s also upset at herself for not getting my phone number.
“Any chance I can help you with that?” Isabella bats her eyelashes and clears her throat.
There’s only one woman my cock is begging for.
“I’m not looking for a lay.”
“Oh, come on. Look at you.”
She moves closer to me. Her breast grazes my left shoulder as she whispers in my ear, “You want a BJ?” Her breath tickles my earlobe as if a nagging fly. I wanna swat at it. The wild confusion my mind sets me in as I can’t deny how good a BJ sounds from a woman with a full mouth, but the only one I want it from is, again, Nadia.
“Stop it, Bella. It’s really not that kind of night so—-“
“Youarefucking her.” She slaps my shoulder and backs up.
“Excuse me?”
“Nadia, Ms. Fucking California.You arefucking her.”
“Are you obsessed with her?” I shake my head as I try to return the energy to Bella.
“Huh?”
“Seems like you can’t keep her name out of your mouth.”
“Two extra dirty vodka martinis.” The bartender sets the drinks down.
Martha finally pulls her eyes off the phone. Isabella, having a hard time responding, reaches for her drink.
“Are you ladies starting a tab?” The bartender asks.
“John and Steve are at Oliver’s down the street,” Martha says to Isabella as she pulls out a debit card and hands it to the bartender.
Thank god, I think as I look up at a pair of women that walk by the place.
Come on, Nadia.Even though I prefer these two to get lost before Nadia intuitively finds herself here.
Isabella downs her drink, and not in a Nadia sort of way. More like she is ready to prove how cool and unphased she is about me blowing her off and trying to blow me off. With a less intense face, Martha follows, eager to meet up with whomever Steve and John are.
The bartender reads my eyes and offers me another drink. I give her a slight nod, and she twirls around to the tap.
