Page 52 of Accidental Husband
Suit guy vaguely resembles Jackson. But only in that he's also wearing a suit.
Jules can insist she's open to anyone if she wants, but I know her too well to fall for that. She likes straitlaced guys who score straight As.
This guy is her type.
And I'm not letting her get away with thisno one is rightthing.
Even if no one here is good enough for her.
"Follow my lead," I say.
"Which will be…"
"It's better if you don't know."
She looks at me like I'm crazy. But she still nodsokay.
I take her hand. Lead her to the corner of the bar.
Suit Guy's gaze shifts to us. Then to her. Then to her tits.
"Hey." I let go of her hand. "My friend and I made a bet."
"Yeah?" Suit Guy raises a brow.
"She thinks you're straight." I bat my eyelashes. Well, I try. It's not my usual move. If we looked more similar, I'd claim to be her brother. But that isn't gonna fly. So I'm trying this. "I think you've been staring at me."
He does stare at me. Like I'm out of my fucking mind.
Yeah, it's risky accusing a dude of checking me out. Guys are uptight about this shit.
But they're also uptight about straight male wingmen.
Better to let him believe I'm into him.
"No." His gaze shifts to Jules. Her eyes. Lips. Tits. "I'm Rheese."
"Juliette," I say. "She'd love to dance."
"Yeah?" He looks to me like he needs my permission. Which is most guy's move when they see me with Jules. Asshole probably thinks I own her.
Maybe he didn't buy the flirtation.
Or maybe he's just a dickhead.
"Yeah." Her eyes fill with apprehension. "I just called off my engagement."
Fuck. What is she doing?
"Oh?" He takes a long swig of his beer. "What happened?"
"It was time." She folds her arms over her chest. "And, well, I'm supposed to get married tomorrow. Or I was."
"Congrats," he says.
Her brow furrows.
"On dodging that bullet." He holds up his bare left hand. "Got divorced last year."
