“Actually I do. Please? I’m bored.”
“Where’s Emilio?” Esterio asks. “Can’t he entertain you?”
“He went on an errand with Elias. Just let me come. You won’t even notice I’m there,” I tell him.
“You can come on one condition,” he says.
“What?”
“You do whatever I tell you and you fucking listen. Also, you need to act as my wing-woman. I can’t have women thinking you’rewith mewith me.”
“I’ll be the best wing-woman you’ve ever seen.Also, no one would think I’m with you,” I tell him.
“Why wouldn’t they think that?”
“Because I have standards.” I laugh.
“No you don’t. Pretty sure you turned up here with my brother.”
“Exactly, standards.” I raise a hand above my head to show just how high my standards are.
“Whatever. Hurry up before I change my mind,” Esterio says as he types something out on his phone, probably calling his driver or something.
I’ve learned two things in the half hour I’ve been at this bar with Esterio. One, tequila really is disgusting. And two, Esterio really is a manwhore. I didn’t realize just how much of a wing-woman he’d make me be. But I think I’ve spoken to at least twenty girls by now.
Although I doubt Esterio needs any help picking any of them up. The minute he walked in, heads turned in his direction and women all over the bar started fixing their hair and pushing up their cleavage. Then they started flocking towards him.
“What about her?” I ask, nodding to a short blonde woman on the opposite side of the bar. The only woman who hasn’t been eyeing Esterio like he’s her next meal.
“Not her,” Esterio says quickly.
“Why not? Can’t get a woman who’s not throwing themselves at you?” I challenge him.
“Please, I can get any woman in my bed, Frankie.”
“Not true. You couldn’t get me.” I laugh.
“I wouldn’t try to get you. Unlike my brother, I’m not into the whole kissing-cousins thing.”
“We are not cousins,” I grunt.
“Sure, tell that to my parents.” Esterio laughs.
“Stop evading the topic. You can either get her or you can’t. Prove it. If you are all-powerful in the seduction game, go and get her number,” I tell him.
“Fine. Give me two minutes.” He slams his empty glass down on the counter.
Then I watch as he gets up, sits next to the woman, and turns towards her. She still hasn’t looked in his direction, and I smile wide when I see him frown in confusion.
I don’t know what he says, but the woman turns around slowly, and then she picks up her glass and throws it in his face before raising her hand and slapping him. The entire bar goes silent. That doesn’t stop the woman from standing and walking right out the door, though.
Esterio puts his phone to his ear and says something in rapid Spanish before he comes back and sits next to me, holding his hand up to the bar staff for another drink.
“That went well.” I laugh.
As if on cue, people relax and the chatter picks back up. “Don’t ever mention this again,” Esterio grunts.
“So, did you get her number?”