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“Ugh, what? Let go of me. You’re like a caveman!” I demanded.
“Hey princess, you’re the one with the ‘stick up your ass’, I was making sure you got home safe. But as usual, since it’s me,” he banged on his chest, “it doesn’t register. Get your panties out of bunch.”
He let me go and walked away again in long quick strides. I guess he heard us earlier.Damnit. My head was riddled with things to say but he was getting further away, and a group of girls were giggling up the sidewalk, so I opted to let it go. I thought briefly he was going to pull me to him, but he didn’t so I called him a caveman.Smooth. Wait, no, I don’t care if I called him a caveman! I had too many beers. I shook it off and went inside.
When I got to the apartment, it was still and quiet, so I knew Amy wasn’t in yet. I took a quick shower to get the bar smell and the frustration off me.
What was up with Jason today? So many mixed signals. I kept thinking maybe he was softening up then he’d be an ass again. And what the hell did, “since it’s me,” mean? And why am I stressing over him? Over Jason? How did he get me so bothered? Hot and bothered. Enough, Luce.It’s the buzz.
I wrapped up my shower and headed to bed after downing copious amounts of water and some Tylenol. I had a big day tomorrow and I needed to sleep this off.
Chapter 2
Jason
What a damn brat. She wouldn’t know something good if it bit her in the ass. That nice, perfectly plump ass. Damnit.
Why am I still doing this to myself? It’s been a couple years since I tried to get her attention and every time I may as well have been talking to a wall. Probably for the best. History proved the fairer sex couldn’t be trusted. Or they’re stuck on the wrong things and completely self-absorbed.
But Lucy. Even though she’d always been at arm’s length, there’s just something I couldn’t shake. I was a sucker for those curls and curves, but it wasn’t just that. She had a fun personality no doubt and seemed to be a loyal friend. But I think it was her confidence.
There’s an air about her. She was oblivious to her innate beauty but carried herself like even if she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, she didn’t care.
But damnit if she didn’t always stroll in with the most moronic poor excuse of a man. It’s like she hand-picked them to get rid of quickly, which she usually did. She never was overly affectionate with them, though. Just there together at the club but not very lovey-dovey. But it never failed, I couldn’t bring myself to try again. I think that opportunity passed.
Except.
Earlier, there seemed to be a moment. At least I felt the tension. But she was wasted. She probably would have been happy to have any man back her against a wall. But God, she smelled so good. Like peach and honeysuckle, like summer. And that look in her eye when I was up close sent my mind racing, thinking how she probably would look that way under me. And those full pink lips. For a second, I swear she wanted me to kiss her. She was even sexy when she threw her tantrum and stomped away. And when my hand felt her soft skin when I grabbed her, warmth shot all the way to my shoulder.
Instead of taking advantage of the close proximity, I was an ass. Then an even bigger ass when I grabbed her. I shouldn’t have done that. I’d never hurt a woman. But she got under my skin so bad. She made me feel like a caveman. In that moment I imagined throwing her over my shoulder, grasping that round ass, and carrying her to my place. Instead, I told her to get her panties out of a bunch. Smooth. That would totally make her change her mind.Idiot.
As I walked away, I slowed my pace, considering turning back to apologize. But there was a group of girls on the sidewalk and knowing they witnessed that all go down with their giggling made me stick to my course home.
Now that I was back at my apartment, I wish I had said screw it and gone back. I should have apologized. Not that it would have done any good. She just didn’t see me that way. But now that I’ve been that close to her and put my hand on her skin, it felt like I just met her all over again.
God help me get over her again.
Chapter 3
Lucy
“You look like death.” Amy sure knew how to flatter a lady, yet she was still single.
I hadn’t slept well. I tossed and turned all night thinking about the audition. I also chewed half my nails down. This gig could really push me in the right direction, but I hadn’t sung publicly, ever. Especially in front of a crowd. Who was I kidding, I had been stewing over Jason, which made me insane because it made no sense? Why was I even thinking about that?
I finally sarcastically answered her, “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ll be fine after some more coffee and a couple vitamin c packets.” We both were clanking around the kitchen grabbing quick breakfast food and coffee to go so we could head to the mall for my audition outfit. “So how did your date go last night? I didn’t hear you come in.”
Amy shrugged her shoulders and gave me the “so-so” face as she was sliding her feet into sandals.
I looked up and said, “That bad, yet you stayed out all night.”
“It wasn’t all night. The date was okay, but the gal I hooked up with after the date left was smokin!” She came up behind me and leaned into my ear. “So how late were you out, get lucky?”
I rolled my eyes. “Hardly. I just lost track of time, and beers. If anything, it was irritating.”
Amy turned to face me dead on. “Oh, do tell. Did that jerk show back up or something?”
I had forgotten all about Rick.
