Page 36 of The Penalty

I blink at him. “What glass is shaped like a vagina?”

He looks atmelike I’m the idiot and then pulls out his phone. I really hope he’s not searching for a vagina shaped glass, but I guess me and everyone around us is about to find out with his bright ass phone and his whisper yelling.

He turns it around to show a perfectly normal martini glass. “See, vagina.”

I look at the phone and then him. “How is this shaped like a vagina?”

He sighs dramatically. “See, the glass part is the V between a girl’s legs, and the handle is her legs.” He points to the stem. “Then the bottom here is her feet.”

I put a hand over my mouth and just laugh.

“What’s so funny?!” he asks as everyone stands up around us.

“Nothing. We’ll skip cocktails and get you a regular drink.” I pat his cheek as I stand.

“Free drinks. Nice.” He bounds after me, happy in his glitter Crocs.

“You wait here. I’ll order,” I say, not wanting him to even think he hears the word cocktail. I make sure the bartender doesn’t put it in a martini glass, getting him a very safe fruity drink. It’s bright pink. I walk it back and his eyes light up. “Good?”

“Yes!” He makes grabby hands at the drink. I hand it over and he tastes his drink, moaning. “Is that passionfruit?”

I’m honestly a little shocked he knows what passionfruit tastes like, but I keep that to myself. “You going to be making that sound later in the car?”

“Not in front of the driver!” He gets a little bashful which makes me half hard.

I might have to explore that later. “Are you shy?”

He half shrugs. “No, but I like to keep that stuff private.”

Why is he so fucking cute? Fuck. I have it bad. I chug my glass, needing to dull myself a little bit so I don’t make any more bad decisions.

“Why is it so boring?” he asks, looking around.

“Rich people are boring,” I say, not knowing that for sure, but all the stuff I’ve had to do with them makes me believe it’s the case.

“That tracks. Do you think they like this kind of stuff or just do it because it’s fancy.”

“They probably hate it. Maybe that’s why so many of them are miserable.”

Teddy’s face changes like something is dawning on him. “That makes a whole lot of sense.”

“It really does.”

“Why does your brother not like you?” he asks, smacking his lips. “Let’s get a refill.”

We go back to the bar, and I slide a ten across the bar. “Can you make him the pink one again?”

The bartender nods, taking the money. “Sure thing.”

We get our drinks and retreat to a quiet corner.

“Are there horse derves?” Teddy asks and I nearly spit my drink all over his glitter Crocs.

“Hors d’oeuvres?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Maybe?” I glance around. “I don’t see anything yet.”

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