“I was saving your ass, some thanks I get.”
He sobers quickly. “Yeah, that was, uh, a lot.”
“Why didn’t you tell her to fuck off?”
“I did, more or less.”
“More or less?” I snort. “It didn’t look like it from where I was sitting. Maybe you like fake tits and butt implants.” They’re definitely fake, not that I have anything against that per se, but I’m totally making it up about the butt implants. Her derriere could be perfectly natural for all I know or care.
“She asked me if I wanted to see her tits and I said they were lovely, but no thank you, I’m spoken for.”
I snort. “What biker says, ‘No thank you?’”
He shrugs. “This one. You gotta remember, not everybody’s circumstances are what they seem, so I don’t judge. I didn’t want her to feel embarrassed.”
I guess he’s right, because he’s a nice guy, but still. Unless someone asks you to put their hands on you, they shouldn’t. It’s rude.
“Wow, so chivalrous. What did she say after that?”
“She asked if I wanted to fuck.”
My eyes widen. “That little bitch.”
“Sure you’re not jealous?”
“No. Seems like she can’t take no for an answer.”
I’m miffed, though, because she got to touch him on his chest and I haven’t. It’s silly, I know, but these are the things that keep me up at night.
“She’s a newbie.”
I glance her way. She’s already chatting with JJ, who doesn’t mind one little bit when she places a hand on his chest. “She certainly is making the rounds I see.”
“Well, if you want to know, she’s not my type.”
I can’t imagine how a woman like Tia couldn’t be anyone’s type. She looks like a Californian Playboy bunny.
My eyes find him again. “And just whatisyour type?”
A small smile creeps on his face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I roll my eyes. “Is it our game yet?”
“Yeah, it is, but I need to talk to you about somethin’, not here, though.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, but it’s not somethin’ I wanna broadcast.”
“Let’s go in the back, Jas’s office is usually empty by now,” I say.
He rests the pool cue down and tells the boys behind him he’ll be back in a few minutes as they go to replenish their drinks.
I glance at Manny and the girls as I pass and mouth, ‘This isn’t what it looks like.’
They all give me varying looks of disbelief, but I keep walking.
As predicted, Jas isn’t at her desk at this time of night, and we move inside. “What’s up?” I ask as Sawyer kicks the door shut.