Page 12 of Mr. Not Nice Guy

Scarlett sucks in a tickled gasp and grins wider. “Ido! They’re my favorite, but I alsoloveGlenn Miller and Ella Fitzgerald.”

“Ohyeah,” Jimmy gushes again. “I’m totally getting a feel for all of that. I can tell you’re taking a lot of inspiration from them.”

“Oh, Itotallydo.” Scarlett does another wiggling sway of her curvaceous hips and then bats her long, fluffy eyelashes at me. “Inspiration from themandinspiration from my own…” She hitches one shoulder coyly and places her hands on her waist, accentuating how tiny it is compared to the rest of her hourglass curves. “... let’s just call them…experiences.”

Brennan and Luke chuckle mischievously as the message between the lines is crystal clear.

“This next one is actually from a very recent experience that was quitememorablefor lots of reasons,” she adds, still staring right at me while trilling the piano and shifting on the bench, her back arching in a way that pushes out her breasts and accentuates the curve of her ass. “It’s called Leaving Sweet Lorraine’s.”

My face flushes hot, and I grit my teeth becausefuck me. This song is definitely about she and Ileaving Sweet Lorraine’s.

“It’s a hot, humid night, and I’m totally wired,

And what does this gal do when she’s just not tired?

Heat in the air and heat in my tummy,

A taste of you sure would be yummy.”

Scarlett skitters her fingers across the keys, cutting her lidded eyes toward me again, a smirk tugging the side of her pouty lips. I can’t remember much of that night, but I definitely remember the part where she had ataste of me, and I suddenly need to sit down.

“I hope you don’t think it’s too dirty

for me to be so shamelessly flirty,

but tonight all I wanna do,

is be me and you,

leaving Sweet Lorraine’s.”

Scarlett tickles the keys through the bridge of the song while she mewls a series ofah, ah-ah, ahhsthat sound a hell of a lot like her fucking orgasm—which I also vividly remember. I rub my hand across my face just as my slacks become uncomfortably tight around my now straining hard-on.

Brennan flips the switch to disable the mic. “Damn,” he grunts. “She’sincredible.”

He doesn’t see me glower at him.

“Seriously,” Luke chimes in, and am I seeing this right?Bothof thesebros,who are happily attached to spectacular women, arebitingtheir bottom lips while they basically ogle her.

“It’s pretty racy,” Jimmy adds, rubbing his chin before shrugging. “We don’t have anything this racy, but I think we—”

I immediately flip the switch to activate the microphone. “Scarlett,” I clip, albeit as pleasantly as possible.

She glances at me, still tickling the keys and wiggling her hips on the bench. “Yes?”

“Think you can maybe take it down a notch? I’m not sure about these lyrics.” I gesture at her through the glass with an upturned palm. “We’re not exactly in the business of peddling soft-core porn.”

Brennan scoffs. “Oh come on, Hawkins.” He wags his finger at her through the glass as he chuckles. “Ifthatseems like porn to you, I feel obligated to recommend some better viewing material.”

Luke snorts and then slaps his thigh as he laughs loudly. “Seriously though, bruh.”

I arch an eyebrow at both of them. “Pardon my candor,” I say as politely as possible,Mr. Nice Guyas usual. “But, as happy as you both seem to be with the women in your life, I wouldn’t have guessed either of you had any need forporn.”

Brennan offers an aloof hitch of one shoulder. “Notthese days. However, any man with an ounce of testosterone who’s lived through a fucking deployment orthreeknows the value of good porn.”

Luke cackles again and reaches to slap Brennan’s shoulder. “Ooh rah tothat.”

I press my lips into a firm, flat line, attempting to come up with something to say that’s not,Thanks for your service, but both of you bro vets can go fuck yourselves.

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