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I slide my fingers under her panties, ready to dive right into the—
“Jimmy? Jimmy Archer?”
Fuck. I recognize the voice. Only people from high school call me that. I pull my hand out, thanking the tacky asshole who decided on the red lightbulbs, which will hopefully help me conceal my hard-on. I wipe the frustration off my face and plaster on a smile before greeting my old classmate.
“It is you!”
“Yeah, it is.” I give Andrew Palmer a hand, he pulls me in for an awkward bro hug. I make sure to keep my hips completely out of the equation. We don’t want to get reacquainted quite so intimately. Rose stays back. She knows who Andrew is, but back in school we didn’t exactly hang out with the same crowd.
“In town for the weekend?” Andrew wonders, shamelessly trying to steal a glance at the redhead behind me.
“The whole week. House-sitting for the folks. How’ve you been, man?” I hit him with a standard question, which he completely ignores.
“Hey there, Rose. Nice to see you.” He accompanies his greeting with a lame finger wave.
“Hi, Palmer. Yeah, nice to see you too.” Her tone is polite but disinterested.
“I haven’t seen you around here in years. You also staying at your parents’?” He asks Rose. Is this dick flirting with her? I don’t fucking think so. I answer for her.
“Yes, we both are.” I nip this whole line of questioning in the bud. “How’s Milly and the kids?” That’s right, Andy, what’s your ball and chain up to?
“Oh, she should be getting here any minute. She just took the kids to her mother’s, so we could have the weekend off. Valentine’s and all.” Andrew’s face lights up at the mention of his wife, and the prospect of date night with her. I guess I read his intentions wrong. I never talk to an attractive woman without an ulterior motive…
“Milly’ll be happy to see you, Jimmy.”
I give him one nod in response. Andrew doesn’t need to know that I fucked his wife back in the day before they got together senior year.
Rose snorts next to me. “I’m going to get another beer. Do you gentlemen,” she makes a point to look at me when she says that, “want anything?”
“Nothing for me, thanks, I’ll wait till Milly gets here.” Fucking pussy-whipped much?
“James?” Back to James it is.
“Another beer.”
“Please,” she corrects me.
“Please, Rosy girl.” She doesn’t acknowledge my taunt, simply stomps off in silent protest. I’ll get her back. She’ll be the one yelling please later at the top of her lungs. I watch her reach the bar and take a seat.
“So what’s her status, Jimmy? She single?” Andrew gets my attention.
“Isn’t your wife almost here, Palmer?” I answer him in the same hushed tone infused with a lot more aggression.
“What? No! Not for me, for Derek.” Fuck, that’s even worse. Andrew’s younger brother is a good-for-nothing, freeloader, basement-dweller with gaming problems.
“No. Fucking. Way. Rose is off-limits, you know that.” If he forgot, I’ll gladly remind him. I drink the rest of my beer in one go, turning my back on him and throwing the darts at the board, one after the other.
“Some things never change, huh? Still cock-blocking her any chance you get?”
“Shut it, Andy.” I don’t look at him, I go to retrieve my darts.
“Rose is not a shy, little freshman anymore, James. She’s a grown-ass woman. Pretty sure she can take care of herself.” Andrew grabs the other set of darts from the table. Two twenties and a one.
“The Rose ban includes talking about her ass, Palmer.” My voice gets so low, it's a growl. My darts fly like javelins towards their destination. Fuck. Only two stay on the board, one hits the rim and flies in the opposite direction upon impact. Two threes? Crap.
Andrew shows me his raised palms in defeat. “The Rose ban. I forgot you even had a name for it.” He’s keeping his face neutral, the condescending smile in his voice is plain to hear, though. His turn. Two double twenties and bullseye.
“Easier to remember that way. It worked like a fucking charm, too,” I reply. I am smiling at the memory, even though Palmer is killing me at the game.
