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“If you’re gonna play the moody bad-boy role, you at least have to pretend to be charming. If you walked up here and complimented me, I might have gotten you a beer.”
“Really?”
“I said, might have. After the flattery wore off, I would have remembered you’re about five years too young to be drinking. Now, go dance. Have fun. It’s a wedding.”
He sulks off with his booze-free beer, and I commend myself for acting like an adult. It’s not often I make good decisions, so when I do, I give myself a mental pat on the back.
The band leader announces it’s time for the bouquet toss. Young women sprint toward the dance floor.
Melissa’s aunt calls me over. “Tara, you’re still single. Get on out there!”
I smile and tip my glass at her. This is my cue to step away.
I’m walking toward the ladies’ room when I nearly collide into a burly man who stepped into my path.
“Tara, I’ve been looking for you,” he says, to which I do a double take.
I vaguely remember meeting him at Melissa’s engagement party. “Hello.”
He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabs his forehead, which has light beads of sweat along the brow. “Sorry, it’s hot in here. Great wedding!”
“It’s amazing. Enjoy your evening.” I try to walk around him, but he sidesteps in front of me, forcing me to give him my attention.
“So, um, my wife and I were wondering if you wanted to … you know … hang out after the wedding?”
He nods his head toward a table not too far away. A woman is seated there with wide eyes as she watches our conversation.
“Yeah, sure. The hotel bar is where most people will probably be hanging after the wedding. I’ll see you there.”
I start to walk away, but he moves to block me.
“Actually, we were thinking of something more … intimate.”
My feet feel like lead, and there’s a heavy sensation in my gut. I tilt my head as I look at him. “Can you explain what you mean by intimate?”
The handkerchief makes an appearance again. This time, he swipes the side of his head. “My wife and I have been talking about expanding our interests for a while, but she hasn’t been comfortable with anything yet. Tonight, she agreed that if you said yes, she’d do it.”
I pull my lips inward as I try to comprehend what I think he’s asking. “Do what?”
“A threesome.”
My jaw nearly hits the floor. For a gal who always has something to say, I find myself temporarily at a loss for words. “Wow. You don’t know me. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“That’s not what I heard,” he states, dumbfounded.
My eyes narrow into fierce slits. “What exactly did you hear about me?”
“That you’re a whore.”
A wave of shock, annoyance, and mortification slams into my chest, nearly toppling me over. Adrenaline surges through my veins, boiling beneath the surface, like a volcano on the verge of erupting. My fist clenches, and I fight the urge to punch him in the face. Instead, I do what any lady would do.
I knee him in the balls.
“Asshole,” I spit as I walk away from him and toward the exit as he winces in pain.
His wife jolts up from her table and starts to sprint over.
Luckily, no one else seems to have noticed the scene because they’re all gathered around the dance floor. Melissa is standing with the bouquet in her hands, ready to throw it as the eager singles wait with reaching hands.
