Page 25 of The Bet
What the hell?
He couldn’t work it out why she was behaving like this, especially after they’d gotten on so well last night. He drummed his fingers on the countertop, bummed out by the way things were unfolding. Tobias and his parents weren’t too happy with him, Kay had ignored him, and Gisele wasn’t here.
Things were looking dry.
Luke sauntered over to him. “No card tricks today?”
“No.” He gave his friend a cold stare. “Another one.”
“Steady on. You’ll be falling off the stool if you’re not careful.”
He shrugged. “I can handle my drink.”
“If you insist.” Luke poured him another tequila shot and slid it over.
Another woman came up to the bar and stood waiting for Luke. Xavier eyed her up, admiring her strappy, sexy white top. His gaze trailed south at the sarong that was tied up at the waist and revealed a huge slit.
Nice legs, too.
He had a thing for a good pair of legs, and this chick had a nice pair on her. His gaze traveled back up the length of her body, and he was about to give her breasts the once over, when she turned her head and caught him leering at her. Luckily, she was wearing a flower tucked into the side of her hair.
“Nice flower,” he remarked.
“Thank you.” She returned the favor, making him shrink inside with her unashamed appraisal of him. She sized him up, real slow, her gaze settling on his crotch for the longest time, until he felt obliged to put a hand over his linen pants. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, not used to being eyed up in such an obvious manner.
“The bar’s free,” she said, “and I can get my own drink, but thanks.”
“That’s what I meant. Not buy, as inbuybut—”
“I know what you meant, darling. And thanks.”
Darling?
She took a sip from her cocktail glass, and smiled at him again. He was in. He was sure of it, especially with the way she was staring at him.
“Bride or groom?” he asked, not sure whose friend she was.
“Bride,andgroom.”
“You know them both?” He wondered if it was a work connection. Had to be, but he couldn’t remember if she had been at the engagement party. It didn’t matter. She had great legs, great tits—especially now that he could get a hint of their size—and a pretty enough face.
“I should have known you’d be here.” A woman with short and dark-ish red hair, came up and slung her arm around the shoulders of the chick with the flower in her hair.
“I got you a Bloody Mary,” her friend replied. Something about the way she was leaning up real close to her friend, something about the way her fingers caressed the soft skin on her shoulder, something about the way these two spoke and looked at one another, made him wary. His brows knit together. He didn’t understand, didn’t like their obvious and close display of affection.
As if she could feel him looking at her, the red head looked at him and grinned. “Xavier, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” But he said it more like a question.Yeah, who the hell are you?
“I’m Briony, I work with Tobias, well, notwithTobias, but at Stone Enter—”
The lesbian.
Holy fuck.
“Jeez, yeah.” He never usually blushed, but could feel the heat searing his cheeks and hoped to goodness that Luke couldn’t tell. It was shameful enough him trying to hit on a woman who wasn’t even into men.
Maybe he was losing his touch.
