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"Not you?" he asks.
"I'm interested, sure." Chloe brushes her short hair behind her ear, showing off herI'm a punk rock goddessearrings.
"So if I wanted to take a vow of celibacy, that would be okay with you?" Dean slides his arm around her.
"Well… um… no, but that doesn't mean I'm obsessed." She clears her throat, but it does nothing to hide her blush.
"Yeah? Then why'd we stop at our room?" He raises a brow.
She clears her throat again. "I can't enjoy making love to my boyfriend?"
"Is that what we call it now?" Dean chuckles.
"No. But… uh… So, Griff, you and Jules, huh?" Chloe fumbles over a change in subject.
"What about it?" I ask.
"You guys are…" Her dark eyes bore into mine. "You like her, right?"
My brow scrunches. Huh?
"Sorry, none of my business." Chloe clears her throat. "But you're clearly into her. And she's clearly into you." She motions to Dean. "He thinks so too, but he doesn't think I should say anything."
"That cat's out of the bag, sunshine." Dean laughs.
She does too. "It's just… well… she is single now. So…" Her gaze shifts to something behind me. "Just think about it."
I follow her gaze to Jules.
Light bounces off her hair and dress. She looks like an angel. Or a goddess.
Like a sex goddess I need in my bed.
But that's just my cock getting greedy.
Tonight isn't about me.
It's about making sure Jules goes to bed satisfied.
Chapter Thirteen
Griffin
"Too short." Jules brings her drink to her lips. Sucks a teagarita (this bar's disgusting combination of iced tea, tequila, triple sec, and lemon juice, "no simple syrup, and I mean no simple syrup—not even a drop") through her straw.
"Maybe you're too tall," I say.
Chloe shakes her head. "No, he's short."
"How can you tell?" I fold one leg over the other. Press my palm into my slacks.
"I'm not that short," Chloe insists.
Dean nodsyeah, you are.
The happy couple is helping Jules pick out a stranger. Though ‘help' and ‘pick out' are strong words.
Jules isn't working with me.
