Page 46 of Biggest Player
The fact he was open minded about celebrating things simply because his girlfriend was into it says a lot about him. It tells me he’s easygoing and open to new ideas. It tells me he’s willing to compromise when someone he likes wants to do something he might not have been interested in doing.
Huh.
Who would have thunk?
“How long were the two of you dating?” Curious minds want to know what his past relationship status was like.
“Probably a year? Maybe less, I can’t remember, we were young.” He pushes the empty baskets away so the bartender can collect them, signaling for another round. “Do you want anything?”
My drink is half-full, but the ice has started to melt and dilute it, so I nod. Why not?
We’re having fun, aren’t we? No reason to rush home; no one is there.
I watch as Dex speaks to the guy behind the bar. Their easy conversation has them both grinning.
Perhaps Dex isn’t the giant asshole I pegged him to be the first time we matched on Kissmet. Perhaps I misjudged him.Or maybe you went at him so hard and aggressively he was automatically on defense.
Yup. There’s that . . .
Guilty as charged.
Was I the asshole in this situation?
I gulp, reaching for the water glass that has been on the counter in front of me this whole time, the condensation making a watery mess of my hands.
I sip from it, debating. Maybe I should say something about my bad attitude a few days ago? I mean, it’s water under the bridge at this point. I don’t get the sense he is holding a grudge. He seems like a decent dude.
Dex is actually . . .
Great.
Deep voice. Ridiculously large hands.
He definitely smells incredible. I’ve been tempted to lean over and give his neck a whiff the entire time we’ve been sitting here.
Shit.Do not start fantasizing about him, Margot—he’s not into you.Well, maybe he is—it’s hard to tell—but the fact is, he made it clear he does not want to date someone with kids, and getting involved with a guy (and byinvolvedI mean have sex with) who has made his boundaries clear would be a mistake.
Your mistake, not his.
Honestly, Dex is hard to read.
He’s friendly to everyone. Charming. Personable.
He’s chatty. Willing to share information.
He’s asking questions and answering them back.
Shit.
He is so damn good looking ...
I lean forward to take the drink from the bartender’s hand when he walks it over, smiling and thanking him, at the same time sneaking a sniff of Dex.
He smirks. “Did you just smell me?”
“Pfft. No!” I do not sound convincing.
“I think you did.” He moves toward me. “Go ahead. Take another whiff.”
