Page 67 of Curvy Girl Summer

“It’s not funny that I was tricked into a date with a married man.”

“A widower,” he clarified with a serious expression. “He said he was a widower.”

Shaking my head, I stifled a laugh. “You know what? I’m done.”

“No, we’re just getting started. You want a drink, or are we waiting for bachelor number three to get here?”

“I’m going to wait.” I eyed his muscular frame. “What’s going on with your smedium shirt? You trying to get extra tips or something?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “It isn’t that tight.”

“Whoa, slow down with all those quick moves, Hulk.”

His head tipped back, and he let out a hearty laugh. “Don’t do that.”

“Listen, I’m just looking out.” I tried to keep a straight face as I watched his body quake with laughter. “I wouldn’t want you to have to work in tattered cloth and scraps of fabric because you reached up for a top-shelf bottle.”

“What’s so funny?” Asia asked as she grabbed a couple of bottles that were behind him.

“Aaliyah said my shirt was tight,” Ahmad answered.

She pulled a face. “She’s not wrong, bro.”

His mouth opened, and he stared at her in disbelief. “This is some bullshit.”

“No, what’s bullshit is that I can see your heart beating through your shirt,” I joked.

The three of us were cracking up.

They left to go take more drink orders and greet other guests, and I checked my phone.

“So, what do I need to know about this one?” Ahmad asked a few minutes later.

“Um, his name is Mike, and he’s a firefighter.”

“Mike, huh?”

I pursed my lips. “Let’s hear it. You had something to say about the names of the other two. What do you have to say about Mike?”

He shook his head and lifted his arms. “I got nothing. I hope he’s a good dude.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “You do?”

“Yeah. You’re cool. Mean as hell, but you’re cool.”

“You’re cool, too. Not funny at all, but cool.”

“Ha ha.” His tone was dry, but his lips still turned upward.

I looked around and then met his gaze again. “I have a serious question…”

“What’s up?”

“How long were you on the app? How long did it take you to find someone decent?”

“When I was on the app, I wasn’t looking for someone decent. I was looking for someone compatible,” he answered before a slim woman with long hair rushed up next to me, commanding his attention.

Bumping me, she didn’t acknowledge me or excuse herself. “I want to give—I meanget—a blow job,” she announced, batting her eyelashes. “And can you put it on my tab?”

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