Page 4 of His Best Friend's Wife
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Iwent the conference.Was anyone surprised by this revelation? Iwasn't.
The worst part was that it was a fantastic exposition. He was right. We needed to be here. I had been looking for reasons that we shouldn’t have come, but there weren'tany.
We spent the entire day today making rounds, chatting up people in our industry and getting priceless one-on-one face time with folks that normally won't even take ourcalls.
Dirk thrives on this kind of high-energy, fast-paced activity. He was off dancing with some bimbo who needed a class in dressing for success. Her heels were a little too high and her skirt was a little too short to be considered professional––unless she's part of the world's oldestprofession.
I, on the other hand, was exhausted. Being a classic introvert, days like today really zapped my energy. Anytime I had to be 'on' for too long, I needed some serious down time afterwards torecover.
Dirk's plans for the night obviously involved taking the skank, whose butt cheeks he was firmly gripping with both hands, for a few rounds of down and dirty sex. My plans, on the other hand, involved finding the bottom of this bourbon glass before turning in early. And alone. Asusual.
The thought of finding my own woman for the night was somewhat appealing, but not as tempting as the idea of turning in early. With a promise to find some hot porn––most likely with an actress who looked remarkably similar to Cassie––to watch and get off with before going to sleep, I downed the rest of my drink and stoodup.
I nearly choked when I almost ran into the woman of my dreams, who had been sneaking up behindme.
"Shoot! I was going to cover your eyes from behind and whisper in your ear to see if you could guess that it was me," Cassierevealed.
Just the thought of her leaning in close behind me, with those luscious tits grazing my back, while she breathed words near my ear made my dick stand at attention. My pants strained from the firmness growing inside them at the turn my thoughts hadtaken.
My immediate and overly enthusiastic reaction to Cassie's appearance was even more proof of the strange and overwhelming power this woman had over me. It frightened and frustrated me, but I knew from years of attempting to get over her that there was nothing I could do to controlit.
"Surprise!" She plopped down on a stool at the bar next to the one I had just vacated. "I thought you and Dirk might be a little lonely in the big city all byyourselves."
Her mention of her husband caused my eyes to dart to the dance floor where he had only minutes ago been groping a bimbo. For some strange reason, I was glad to see that the two of them had departed. I don't know if the rush of relief was merely the ingrained habit of my years of covering for my best friend (including the night of his bachelor party when he should have been the happiest man alive), or if I just didn't want to see Cassie hurt––even though it meant continued torture forme.
I smiled and nodded at her as I slid back onto the seat I had just vacated. "It's always great to see you," I told her sincerely, knowing that she did not understand how much meaning I felt behind the cannedexpression.
Her vivid blue eyes sparkled with an ornery gleam as she leaned in to speak near my ear. "You know what I've always wanted todo?"
The excitement in her voice was obvious. I couldn't help but grin down at her. She looked so damn gorgeous. It was tempting to let her know that I was dying to make all of her dreams come true, but that would have been crossing the invisible, yet very real, line. Instead, I said, "What?"
"Shots!" She exclaimed as if this were the most scandalous idea in theworld.
I didn't dare tell her what I had always wanted to do because it involved a lot less clothes and making her breathless with need for me. The vision of sweeping the glasses from this bar, lying her back on it, and sliding into her wet warmth was the first thing that popped into my head. The fact that the lounge was filled with people, who would likely have us arrested for indecent exposure and lewd public acts were realities that did not belong in my fantasy, yet they somehow interjected their practicality into mymind.
Rather than revealing where my head had immediately gone, I responded, "Okay.Tequila?"
Her brow furrowed in the adorable way it always did when she was pondering something. "I'm a virgin at this," she informed me. "Will you teachme?"
Her use of the word virgin had my mind racing once more into prohibited territory. I could feel my semi-firm erection growing, so I stood slightly and adjusted my pants in an attempt to keep it from becoming glaringly obvious. Once I realized that she was watching me and expecting an answer, I said, "Gladly." I left out the details of all the naughty things I would love to teachher.
I flagged down the bartender, who had been overtly flirting with me earlier. The woman was blonde and tiny. She was pretty and probably used to having her overtures returned in spades. I had ignored her obvious interest because she looked nothing like Cassie, so she wasn't mytype.
After I ordered the shots, Cassie added, "Keep 'em coming, please." The woman narrowed her eyes at Cassie before going to pour our drinks, but Cassie didn't seem tonotice.
Cassie's bold request had me raising my eyebrows at her, but I didn't comment. After the bartender slammed down our tiny glasses and accoutrements, I showed Cassie the proper order of thesteps.
Following my lead, she added words as she completed each part. "Lick...Slam...Suck." She looked adorable as she shivered and squeezed her eyes closed at the strong flavors, but she powered through. When she beamed up at me, obviously proud of her accomplishment, I had to force myself to look away.Jesus. The woman did not understand how impossibly hot shewas.
I cursed for the millionth time that I hadn't claimed her as mine that first night we saw her. It sounded a little like a caveman, but there was a very real bro code that still existed today. Dirk had pissed in a proverbial circle around her all those years ago and it meant that I could never cross the line withher.
It no longer bothered me to play second fiddle to Dirk in most things. He could dominate the business, our families, every sport we played, and everything else in our lives. I just wish I could have won Cassie's heart. She was the only thing that truly matters, and Dirk was most likely busy cheating on her this verymoment.
The bartender placed a line of shot glasses in front of us, evidently having decided that the best way to ignore us for a while would be to comply with Cassie's request. She quickly sloshed the clear liquid into each tiny container before flouncing off to flirt with, and make drinks for, her other, more responsivepatrons.
"Let's play a game," Cassie suggested, her eyes lit up with freshexcitement.
