“Sounds like fun.”
“I love it,” she says, her eyes lighting up, evidence of her passion.
I nod at her, finding myself lost in her chestnut eyes as she stares back at me.
She coughs, clearing her throat and breaking the tension between us after a few seconds, and I’m forced to look away.
“So, what is it you do?”
“Harlow, there you are! I thought you were coming to talk to the birthday boy,” a high-pitched voice says from behind me before a blonde wrapped in the smallest dress I’ve ever seen stands so close to me that I have to take a step back.
“Yeah … I … uh …”
“Oh, are you still embarrassed about that? I’m sure Fletch has already forgotten.” She waves her friend off with a swish of her hand, and my eyes widen in shock. “Who’s your new friend?” She turns to me, her eyes running over my face as what I guess is supposed to be a sexy pout appears on her lips.
“Corey,” I say politely, holding my hand out for her.
“Oh, my Brit.”My Brit?My eyebrows rise. “Milo didn’t say you were here yet.” Ignoring my hand, she steps right into my body, pressing her breasts into my chest and stretching to drop a kiss to my cheek. “I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you.”
“Oh really?” I ask, placing my hands on her shoulders, trying to remove her from me. “I’m not sure Milo’s ever mentioned you.”
Harlow snorts a laugh, and when I look up, I find the most breathtaking smile lighting up her face.
“Oh, that can’t be true. I’m sure you’ve just forgotten. I can only imagine that you’ve met so many new people since you arrived. I’m Brooke—I work with your cousin. He’s told me all about you.”
“Is that right?”
“Sure is. So, tell me about yourself. I can’t wait to get to know you better.”
“Well, actually, I was in the middle of a conversation with your friend here.”
Brooke stands back and looks over her shoulder. “Oh, okay, well …” She sounds dejected, making me wonder how many guys turn her down. Not a lot, I’m guessing.
“Would you like a drink, B?”
“I’d love one, thanks.” I watch as Harlow orders Brooke a sauvignon blanc. They’re both stunning, Brooke more so now I don’t have everything thrust in my face, but to me, Harlow stands out by a mile. Her red hair, her large, dark eyes that just ooze innocence … I bite my lip as I study her while she talks to her friend. She must sense my stare, because her eyes flick to mine, and she startles when she finds me looking back. Colour hits her cheeks, and it only makes her more alluring.
It looks like coming here tonight was more than worth it.
My cock stirs behind the fabric of my jeans, desperate to end the evening with my first bit of action in a while.
Brooke lifts her drink from the bar and takes a sip while looking between the two of us suspiciously.
“So … I’m just going to go …” She trails off before disappearing off into the crowd.
“Good friend of yours?” I ask once I’m confident she’s out of earshot. I take a step closer, her perfume filling my nose and making my mouth water.
Harlow laughs, and excitement shoots through me. She’s exactly what I need tonight.
“Yeah, actually. My best friend.”
“Really? You seem so …”
“Different?”
“Yeah,” I say, relieved that I’m not the only one who sees it.
“Don’t let her front fool you. She’s a great person. She just comes across a little?—”
