Page 74 of Driftwood Daffodil

No I wasn’t.

“I look hungover and sleep deprived.”

To be fair I was sleep deprived. It felt like I hadn’t slept in weeks. That’s what happened when one had to stay up and make sure their high as hell sister didn’t run into traffic in the middle of the night.

Thanks Rita.

“Nah, you look great.” Atlee tipped his head in a way that made the arch in my brow deepen. “Some guys like the natural thing.”

If by natural he meant managed to brush my hair before I was pushed out the door, then sure.

The screech of Memphis’s chair sliding closer to me rang through my ears like nails on a chalkboard. “Are you lost?”

The shift in Atlee’s demeanor was so quick that if I blinked, I’d have missed the muscle in his jaw tensing. “I wasn’t talking to you Blondie.”

Blondie? Huh, I now had a new nickname for my best friend.

As much as I was getting tired of my Memphis’s protective bullcrap, his question was valid. Atlee should be anywhere else. Like over there next to the brunette with styled hair and make-up.

So when Atlee’s expression softened as he looked back at me, I reiterated, “I’m pretty sure you’re lost.”

He just grinned and threw his arm over the back of my chair, “I’m right where I want to be.”

I jerked back from the twinkle in his eye. He was definitely lost.

“Okay, well, you’re a little close,” I carefully pushed his arm away. “I can smell the last girl on your fingers.”

“There’s only one girl I want on my fingers.”

Not even Memphis knew what to do when Atlee sucked his finger through his lips and made quite possibly the sexiest groan I’d ever heard.

This officially went from weird to what the fuck.

I looked at Memphis who cocked a brow and tipped his head towards Chuck. The silent question of what the hell passed easily between us.

I probably shouldn’t have said anything but felt compelled to ask, “did you want something.”

“Yes,” he leaned in and hushed his tone. “I want to lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name.”

Oh wow. Okay, I definitely shouldn’t have asked. How did one even respond to that? Somehow I didn’t think a simple no thank you would suffice. Could I just tell him to fuck off? Would that end this awkward whatever it was? When Atlee reached up and began twirling a lock of my hair, I opted to go for the distraction tactic.

“I think the girls over there,” I nodded at the table of cheerleaders, “are more your type.”

They sure didn’t seem to be enjoying our interaction. Since Atlee sat down, I’d gotten more than one dirty look.

“I already banged most of them.”

Why was I not surprised.

“Besides, why would I waste my attention on them,” Atlee slid his chair up so my knees were trapped between his thighs. “when there’s a pretty girl right here.”

Oh please, not even Maw Maw would buy that load of crap and she loved me.

“Well, maybe you should bang them again.” I tried to scoot away but Memphis’s position prevented that. I would’ve turned around to tell him to backoff, but I was kind of afraid to take my eyes off Atlee.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Atlee’s hand dropped on my knees as his fingers walked up my thigh. “I don’t do repeat customers.”

Again, not surprised, and why was he touching me?

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