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Walking back to the bar I don’t remove my arm from his shoulders, I’m not sure why. He smells good, though. I have to remember to ask him what cologne he wears.

When we get to the bar, I make sure to position us where we can still see Lanie and Jackson. I don’t want him to think we are a bunch of creeps trying to hurt his sister.

“What are you drinking?” I ask, waving down a bartender. I notice Kaden staring at me wide-eyed. I don’t think he has blinked since we left the dance floor. This is going to besofucking fun. Jackson owes me big time for this one.

Chapter Five

Enrolled Class: Ways to Embarrass Yourself 101

Kaden

Whatishappeningrightnow?

Breathe, Kaden.

It’s not like I have never hung out with a straight guy before, obviously, but we’re not going there. At least I think he’s straight. He’s a normal guy, no different than anyone else. He only happens to be the most stunning man I have ever been face-to-face with and has the greenest eyes that bore into the depths of my soul, and perfect teeth surrounded by plump lips, and he’s tall with a body most men dream of having, and those veins bulging through the tattoos on his forearms below his rolled-up sleeves of his black button-down shirt that molds to his body like it’s been shrink wrapped onto him. No biggie at all!

Good grief, what is wrong with me? I think my brain is short-circuiting.

Kaden get ahold of yourself. He asked you a question, answer it!

“Uh, I’ll take a whiskey, thanks.” Did he offer to pay? I don’t think he offered to pay. Why would he offer to pay? He doesn’t know me.

What is wrong with you, Kaden, fix it!

“Here, I’ll pay.” Grabbing my card from my wallet, I shoved it at his chest like a madman. Yep, the pecs are hard as steel. Goddesses, take the wheel, I’m going down in flames here.

“It’s cool, I’ll get the first round. Looks like we might be a while anyway.” Mr. ‘Just Here for the Beer’ smirks, pushing my hand back towards me.

His fingers are warm around my wrist. I wonder how they would feel around my co…no sir, we are not going there!

He. Is. Straight!

We don’t mess around with straight men, Kaden.

I don’t even know his name for crying out loud. When Lanie ran to the kiosk to find out who her mystery man was, I noticed my present company apparently wants to be here as little as I did. He listed his name as ‘Just Here for the Beer.’ Could he be any less cheeky?

The list also said he is 29 years old, a ‘business owner’, and under Sexual Orientation ‘unknown’. That kind of sounds like a confused straight guy to me, which means off limits. Experimenting can get messy.

“Thanks, appreciate it.” I fumbled the card attempting to put it back in my wallet, instead it flies out of my hands onto the floor. I turn to pick it up and come back upright to see him staring at my ass, sliding the whiskey glass to me.

“So, do I call you Kaden, or would you rather be ‘Just the Brother’ all night?”

Cheeky. “I’ll be Kaden tonight, thanks. I mean, I’m Kaden every night, not just tonight. Well, days too. Since the day I was born. It’s not like I go around changing my name between days and nights. Holy Goofy Goobers, can you stop me from speaking or forget everything that came out of my mouth in the last twenty seconds, please?”

Nice, Kaden. Real smooth.

Mr. I Still Don’t Know His Name laughs at me. Loudly. Kill me now. “Kaden, you’re funny. Was that a SpongeBob quote? I didn’t know dentists could be funny. They’re usually all scary with their drills and needles.” He shudders thinking of my everyday tools.

“Glad I can change your opinion of us scary dentists. Now you’ll think of us as bumbling fools. What a step up.” Shaking my head I keep my eyes trained on my glass, hoping to regain some of my sanity.

“It’s a good step up,” he says, popping my head up I catch him grinning.

“Do I get to know your name yet or should I call you ‘Just Here for the Beer’ guy all night?” I earn another hearty laugh from him. Why do I feel it tingling in my ears?

“The name’s Luke. Nice to formally meet you, Kaden.” Great, he’s holding his hand out for me to shake, like I’ll be able to act human after touching him.

“Nice to meet you, Luke.” His hand grips mine firmly. “So, what kind of business do you own?” I ask hoping to appear in control, while my thoughts are racing laps around my brain like they’re Usain Bolt.

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