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“What are you guys doing here?” Chloe asks.
“We had a charity thing we had to go to and bailed early,” Antony replies.
“So who’s pathetic?” Blake smiles over at us with his best sexy, boyish charm.
“Rebecca is having rebound sex tonight,” Chloe announces.
“Chloe.” Rebecca laughs. “Don’t tell them our secrets.”
Blake’s face drops as he looks between us. “What?”
“She is going to get it good tonight.” Chloe laughs. She punches her hand with her fist to simulate hard fucking.
Henley and Antony glance at each other and then chuckle at some kind of private joke.
“This is a terrible idea,” Blake replies.
“No. I need to do this,” Rebecca replies. “I’ve thought it through.”
Blake puts his hands on his hips as he stares at her, completely perplexed.
“The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” Chloe says.
“Enough talking, Chloe,” Blake snaps. His eyes lock onto Rebecca; he takes her drink from her, sips it, and winces. “This is too strong for you.”
She snatches it back off him. “Wimp.”
Henley and Antony are really finding something funny in the background. Henley says something to Antony, and he bursts out laughing.
“Fuck off,” Blake whispers as he elbows him swiftly in the ribs.
Wait a minute . . . does Blake have a thing for Rebecca?
Surely not?
“It’s too soon,” Blake tells us. “Nobody is getting their hands on you this early. I’m making sure of it.”
Henley mutters something under his breath, and Antony throws his head back and laughs hard.
What is so funny?
Okay, I think I’ve been reading the room completely wrong. I thought Blake was into Chloe, but now, watching this interaction, I actually think he’s into Rebecca. It would make sense. He hangs on her every word.
Fuck . . . wait until Chloe finds out. Nothing is easy, is it?
There’s always a fucking problem.
I like Henley; Henley is an unobtainable asshole. Joel likes me; I don’t like Joel that way. Chloe likes Blake; Blake is a serial gangbanger who now also has a thing for our friend Rebecca whose husband is fucking his anal-hungry secretary.
Ugh . . . just thinking of this sordid web is making my head spin.
“I’m going to the bar.” Antony heads off in that direction.
Chloe sees someone she knows across the dance floor. “Back in a minute.” She dances off through the crowd toward them.
I glance back and lock eyes with Henley. In slow motion, his eyes drop to my toes and then rise up to rest on my face. He licks his lips as if imagining something.
My stomach flutters. I know that look.
