Page 128 of Revelation

I crane my neck and look at Jonas. “Hey, yeah, he does kinda look like me. Huh.” I shake my head. “Nope, never seen that guy before in my life.”

“Wow. He’s your doppelgänger.”

“You think?”

Kat leans in and whispers. “He’s so boring I wanna gouge my eyes out. He’s a professional baseball player and he keeps talking aboutPlato.” Kat makes a sound like she’s snoring.

I laugh.

“He’s a professionalbaseballplayer?” Lucy steals another look. “Honey, if it were me, I’d let that man talk about anything he wanted to, whether it’s Plato or Play-Doh. Good lord, girl. You better get back over there. Don’t let some other woman swoop in and make a move on him.” She cranes her neck to look at Jonas again—a move I’ve seen women in bars perform more times than I can count. “Holy hot damn.Go.”

Kat sniffs and trains her eyes on me. Oh man, she’s absolutely on fire. “Eh. He’s okay, I guess. The problem is, while I was sitting over there withthatguy, I kept getting distracted byanotherguy—a smoking hot bartender to be exact.” Kat leans over the bar, notably edging Lucy out of the pocket (and giving me a fabulous view of herpretty titties in her low-cut blouse). She lowers her voice to barely above a whisper. “This bartender I’ve been watching all night has so much swagger, I figureit can only mean one thing.”

I lean forward, my pulse pounding in my ears. “And what would that be?”

She licks her lips. “I figure it means he’s gotta have areallybig dick.”

Lucy’s face turns bright red.

Oh my God, she’s ruthless. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” I ask, leaning into Kat even closer, my dick lurching in my pants.

“Kat.”

“Nice to meet you, Kat,” I say, putting out my hand. “I’m Josh.”

“Josh. Sexy name,Josh. That’s the name of a guy with a really big dick if I’ve ever heard one.” She wets her lower lip slowly like she’s licking barbeque sauce off a rack of ribs. “Please believe me, I’ve never done this before, and I know I’m on a date withBlanedown there—and I know I’m probably coming off like a world-class slut—but I don’t give a crap. You’re so hot, I can’t stop myself.” She lowers her voice again. “If I leave here tonight without knowing if I’m right about what yourswaggermeans, I’m gonna regret it for the rest of my life.”

Lucy physically jolts on her barstool like she’s been stuck with a cattle prod—and I’m right there with her, jerking like Kat just gripped my dick.

I lean into Kat’s ear, right next to poor Lucy, like we’re having a conversation about how Kat and I are gonna rob a bank, right in front of Lucy the Bank Teller. I feel vaguely guilty Lucy’s become an unwitting pawn in our little game, but it can’t be helped—having another woman as part of this conversation is turning me on too much to spare the odd-woman-out from discomfort. “Well, gosh, Kat,” I say. “What do you propose to do about your date? He seems like a nice enough guy—pretty damned good-looking, too. And a professional baseball player to boot. Maybe you ought to give him a chance.”

I crane my neck to look down the length of the bar at Jonas. He flashes me a look that can only be described as utter contempt for making him sit through this.

Kat glances down the bar at Jonas. “Oh, I’m not gonna ditchhim. I’m going home with him and I’m gonna make him fall in love with me—he’s a professional ball player, after all. But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know if I’m right about yourswagger—I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t find out.” She straightens up and winks. “Bathroom in five, bartender.”

She leaves.

I look at Lucy. Her mouth is hanging open. Her eyes are wide.

If I weren’t so fucking turned on right now, I’d throw my head back and howl with laughter at the expression on Lucy’s face. Damn, Kat’s the best. Never a dull moment with that woman.

But I don’t laugh. No way. This porno is too fucking hot.

I lean across the bar toward Lucy, my dick pulsing in my pants. “Well, that was unexpected, to say the least,” I say, smirking. I reach down and shift my hard-on to the side, trying to get relief from the persistent throbbing.

“Wow,” Lucy says, obviously at a loss for words.

“Hey, hon!” a female voice calls from behind Lucy’s back.

Lucy turns her head—and as she does, I steal a quick look at Kat. She’s sitting with Jonas, chatting, flipping her hair as Tim serves them a second round of drinks. Oh my God, she’s a fucking sociopath. She really is. How is she looking so light-hearted and happy right now when I’m about ready to blow a fucking gasket, I’m so turned on?

“Josh?” Lucy says.

I hear my name, but I can’t peel my eyes off Kat. She’s a fucking force of nature, that woman. A tsunami. God help anyone who stands in the way of something she wants. She’s a fucking beast.

“Josh?” Lucy says again.

I force my eyes to look at Lucy, though it pains me to do it.

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