Page 74 of My Ex's Best Friend

"Yeah," I say reluctantly.

"What’s wrong with you, man? This is titty heaven," Chris says. "Don't tell me you're not loving this place."

"It has its charms," I answer.

While Chris isn't looking, Henry elbows me. I scowl at him. "What's wrong with you?"

"I can ask you the same question," Henry answers. "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've barely looked at any women," Henry says.

"So?"

"So?" Henry answers, one of his brows raised.

I shake my head. "You're reading too much into this. I'm just not into a place like this. I'm not twelve years old anymore for Christ's sake. Not even twenty."

"When on Earth did that happen?" Henry says.

I resist the urge to laugh.

"Anybody call for me?" Chris says. He has started to sashay with three girls, trying to get them to sit on his lap.

"Please, God, tell me we weren't like that in college," Henry says as we watch Chris make moves on all three girls.

"I know I wasn’t," I say. "I can't speak for you."

"Time for the cake!!" Chris exclaims. Moments later, two more girls in even skimpier clothes come out with a cake on a tray and hold it up to Henry.

"Make a wish, cutie," one of the blonde girls says, winking at him.

Henry looks flabbergasted. The cake itself isn't adult themed, so thank god for that.

He cuts the cake, and the girls sing in unison for him. After a while, he actually seems to be into it.

Chris breaks open a new bottle of champagne. "I told you, you would like that."

Henry looks a little flushed. "I mean, it's not that bad."

"Are we hitting any other places after this?" I say.

Chris frowns. "Why the hurry to get away?"

"I just thought we would have dinner at a nicer place," I say.

"Why? What's wrong with this place?" Chris says.

Before I can answer, a girl sashays up to me. Her arm slithers over my shoulder. "Hey, handsome."

She's voluptuous and blonde, and in normal conditions, just my type, but she does nothing for me today except wanting her gone. Definitely not touching me.

I shake her arm off myself, glaring at Chris. "This."

“What’s wrong with you, man?” Chris says. “Chill the fuck out. You’re acting like I got you to prison. Sorry it’s an inconvenience that beautiful women are all over you.”

“You really thought this was the place we were all supposed to be at for Henry’s twenty-sixth? Real mature, man.”

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