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“You’d think you’d recognize someone you’ve seen naked before.” Colleen laughs.
“Shayla?” He gasps, leaning down to her.
“Hi.” She giggles.
“Shots!” Colleen yells before passing out glasses.
“You look amazing.” He pulls Shayla close, whispering something in her ear.
“Bobby.” Judith shouts over the radio again.
“Coming,” I say through the mic on my earpiece, before walking away.
There’re so many emotions churning inside me. How can I feel so possessive of a woman who doesn’t know I exist? Part of me wants to turn around and claim her as my own, but I keep walking, knowing she’ll never look at me the way she does him.
Chapter Four
Shayla
“You look amazing.” Nigel pulls me close, grinding into me. “Good enough to eat.” He whispers into my ear. “Let’s go to my office, so I can fuck you senseless.”
“Nigel, do a shot with us.” He licks his lips and gives me a wicked smile before we drink.
“I remember helping you pick out this suit.” I run my fingers along his lapel.
“You were tired of blue and black.”
“Dark purple is your color.” I bite my lip as he leans down to me.
“Nigel!” Liza snaps from behind us, making him jump.
“Baby.” He releases me before walking to her as Colleen pulls me in close.
“Holy shit!” She says in my ear. “You should see the look on Liza’s face. She’s so pissed.” She laughs.
“Good, serves her right.” I tilt my head
“How she got him is how she’ll lose him…”
“And she knows it.” I laugh, finishing Colleen’s sentence. “She’ll never get a good night’s sleep again.”
“Here.” She hands me a shot. “Give her something to worry about.”
“Nigel.” Turning to them, I hold the glass up. “Ready for another shot, babe?”
“No, he’s not.” Liza looks like she’s biting the air as she speaks.
“Operation, make her pay,” Colleen says in my ear.
“Let the games begin.” Watching her drag him away by the hand, we clink our glasses and drink.
I knew I was a little tipsy when the driver helped me out of the SUV tonight. Colleen made the right call when she asked her husband, Dave, to make margaritas, because I wouldn’t have worn this dress, heels, or all this makeup if I wasn’t a little tipsy. Now I’m three shots in… or is it six? Who knows? I sure the hell don’t.
“Eat this.” Colleen shoves a piece of bread into my mouth. “Chew.”
“Where’s my marg?” I ask with a mouth full of bread.
“Water break time. Drink,” she demands, handing me a bottle of water.
