“Hey.” Jackal swats at my chest. “Hey, look man. Isn’t that the chick from last week?”
My head swings toward the doors just as none other than Blondie herself comes strolling in, looking hot as fuck and even more out of place than last time because Jesus, is that even a woman’s sweater? It looks like something Jeff Bridges wore in the Big Lebowski, for fuck’s sake.
But does it make her any less beautiful? Any less sexy? Fuck no. If anything, it makes me want to crawl up under all that yarn and see what she’s hiding.
Especially since her hair is different tonight. She usually wears it up in a bun or a ponytail, but it’s down over her shoulder in an elaborate, sexy and messy braid right now. Still no makeup. Still no idea how gorgeous she is. Still sticking out like a goddamn sore thumb in her gigantic sweater and leggings and a new pair of fuck-me heels. Blondie doesn’t change for shit, and I kind of love that, but I want to know what the hell she’s doing here.Again.
“And who the hell is that delicious piece of ass with her?”
I frown, force my eye off of Blondie and that’s when I see she isn’t alone.
Nope, Blondie has a friend with her tonight and that is both a relief and confusing as fuck. There is no way in hell she had such a good time last Thursday that she told her girlfriend all about this place and decided to come back and show her.
I mean, fuck, she was almost roofied and raped. Isn’t that a giant fucking check mark in the con column of all the ways this place is awesome?
“Dude.” Jackal dumps the brunette off his lap and leans toward me. “You have to hook me up with her friend.”
“What?” I turn to face him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He groans and rolls his eyes. “I’m not totally oblivious, Cy. I saw you kiss that girl last week and I know you’ve been disappearing at all hours to go see her. Maybe the blonde was too good for me, but that redhead looks like she’d be game for my style of seduction.”
What he really means is that redhead looks like she’s ballsy as fuck so she’ll be a huge challenge for him to get into her pants, but when he does, Jackal will be pleasantly surprised by how wild she is.
And looking at the way she’s dressed, the even taller fuck me heels she’s wearing, the skintight black jeans and crop top that barely covers her solid C-cup tits, the black lipstick and dark makeup as well as the black streaks throughout her unnaturally red hair? Hell, that girl might be Jackal’s dream chick.
“And that somehow means I know her well enough to approach her now and hook you up with her friend?”
He nods and smiles.
“Man, it’s not like that. I don’t know that girl at all.”
Jackal frowns. “You kissed her.”
“So?”
“So, you don’t kiss anybody, man. Haven’t seen you so much as peck a chick, let alone full-on kiss one, in years. You don’t do that anymore.”
He’s not wrong but… “That doesn’t mean I know her.”
“Then why’d you do it?”
“Jesus, what is this? Some interrogation? Maybe a therapy session I didn’t pay for?”
He lifts his hands in surrender. “All I’m saying is, if she was special enough to kiss, even just for a minute, you know her better than I do and therefore have the ability to introduce me to her hot as fuck friend.”
“Not happening.”
“Come on, Cy.”
I shake my head and dig my heels in. I am absolutely not going to go up to Blondie and her friend. It’s bad enough I’m obsessing over her to the point of stalking and can’t even look at another woman without comparing them to her. If I go over to the bar and talk to her, I’ll want to kiss her again and if I kiss her again, I’ll want to fuck her more than I already do, and if I fuck her, I might actually start to believe someone as pure as Blondie could possibly be with someone as filthy as me for more than one night only.
And none of that shit can happen.
I can’t talk to her because I can’t be with her, and since I can’t be with her, I have to pretend she doesn’t exist. Which should be easy enough from where I’m sitting because I can see her, but I know Blondie won’t be able to see me.
“Cy, Zak, come on man.”
I scowl. “Really? You’re gonna use my real name after how many years of pretending I don’t have one?”
