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He pats Cami’s shoulder with a laugh. “Well, congratulations, then.”
Her face turns multiple shades of pink and then red, until the color of her face nearly matches that of her freckles.
Ava turns to her last friend, an Amazonian femme fatale with heels so high, she’s at eye-level with me. “Guys, this is Lana. We all work atGlistentogether.”
But she just shoots us a frosty glare. “Don’t even think about it gentlemen.”
Wow. Nice girl.
With mumbled good-byes, the three turn, heading for their lunch spot as we turn in the opposite direction toward ours.
But their giggling is unmistakable as one of them says, “Damn, your roommate and his friends are hot.”
I puff my chest out a little, my shit mood and growling stomach momentarily forgotten.
* * *
11
ETHAN
We’re settlinginto our usual lunchtime greasy spoon when Jasper lets me have it. But I’m ready. I’ve been waiting.
“Are you fucking kidding, dude? What the hell party did you just invite Ava to that you pulled out of your ass?” he asks, pushing up his nerd glasses.
He thinks chicks dig them. I beg to differ.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Just be ready when I come to pick you up.”
“Why the hell do I have to go?” he asks. “I am not going.”
Leo starts to say something but can’t because his mouth is full of grilled tuna melt. But the smirk on his face says enough.
Jasper is speaking for both guys, that much is clear.
I lean my elbows on the table, trying not to laugh at Jasper’s exasperation. “If we all go together, Ava will be more comfortable.”
Jasper rolls his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re using your elderly friends as chick-bait.”
Nothing wrong with that. A man does what he needs to. I mean, inviting her to the Knicks would have been a waste of two good tickets, but when I make myself look like a hero, involved with the senior center and all, well, there’s no way a woman can say no.
Nobody, not even the stuck-up girls atGlisten, could turn down that offer.
“She’s gorgeous, man. I’d be an idiot not to try with her. And hell, I know I can help her out with her no-O problem.”
Jasper, glaring at me, isn’t letting up. “Why the hell would you get involved with a problem like hers?”
I shrug. “I always get women off. One hundred percent of the time. It’s one of my best skills. I’m just naturally good at it.”
More eye rolling, this time from Leo. “I agree that she’s gorgeous and personally I’d love to ‘help’ her with her problem, too”—Leo puts air quotes around ‘help’— “but Ethan, there’s no way your women get off every time. It’s statistically impossible.”
I hold my hand up as if in surrender. “All I can say, dude, is that I know what I have experienced. And it’s a beautiful thing.”
Jasper claps me on the back. “I guess you’ve never heard that important little detail about how women fake getting off? Like all the freaking time?”
I clap him back. “I get it. I mean, I’d be upset too if I couldn’t get women off. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of, my friend. Keep at it. You’ll eventually improve.”
It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing. It’s so freaking easy to get under Jasper’s skin, and hell, what man likes his sexuality insulted?
