Page 2 of Instant Heat
"That guy!" Briana jumped to her feet and not-so-subtly pointed toward someone.
Being as short as I was, I had no hope of spotting whoever she was pointing at from my perch. Pushing out of my seat, I followed her gaze and index finger and almost choked. "Oh hell, no! Are you freaking crazy?" I shook my head vehemently. Somewhere out there, there was a woman who thought the pot-bellied, bald-headed look was sexy as all hell. That woman wasn't me though.
Brie pressed her hands to her belly and let out a squeal of laughter. The sheer force of it doubling her over on the spot. Narrowing my eyes, I shot daggers at the top of her head until she straightened and I could shoot them at her face.
"What?" she asked, her voice all sweet and dripping with innocence. My gaze narrowed even further. "At least you won't have to worry about him spending more time in the bathroom than you."
Another dig at Rob brought with it another bout of laughter. And this time I couldn't help but join in. Rob Sinclair took the whole millennium man thing to an entirely different level. He had more moisturizers and face scrubs for his morning routine than Lacy, Brie, and me combined.
And don't even get me started on the mini straightener he had with him almost all the time.
"Him!"
Wiping the happy tears from my eyes, I turned to face Lacy, who was transfixed on someone. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and urged me to face the bar. Brows pulled together in confusion, I asked, "What am I looking for?"
"Dark jeans, black shirt."
I scanned the patrons until I found one matching her very vague description. All I saw was a guy hunched over his beer. Well, to be specific, I saw a dark head bent over and broad, really broad, shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist.
My focus shifted back to Lacey. "For all I know he might look like that guy," my chin jerked in Mr. Pot-belly's direction, "but with more hair."
Lacey shook her head. "Trust me, he's freaking hot. I thought he was checking me out but his eyes have been on you, Rae. I'm pretty sure you'll only have to smile prettily, and he'll be eating out of your hand."
My gaze skittered back to the bar. Did I want that? To walk up to a stranger and proposition them for a night of hot sex? Not that I had anything against women who did exactly that. I actually thought they were pretty badass.
I was not badass. In fact, considering I'd never picked up a guy before, I'd say I was pretty chicken-shit.
Nibbling on my lip, I eyed Lacy and Brie. "Uhm—"
Both their heads started shaking at the same time, but it was Lacy who spoke. "No way! You're not backing out!" She cupped my shoulders and stooped to look me in the eye. "You're going to walk up to that hunk of a man, and you are going to flirt your ass off until he offers to take you for a ride."
My eyebrow quirked. "Just like that, huh?"
"Yes." She nodded.
Because I wasn't expecting it, she scared the crap out of me when she started fiddling with my ponytail. Annoyed, I swatted her hand away. "The hell?" But she was too determined to see her mission to manhandle—or was that womanhandle?—me through. Abandoning my hair, she smoothed her hands over my shoulders and then lifted my boobs.
Yes, to my complete and utter horror and shame, my friend 'fluffed' the girls. I was ready to die while Brie looked like she was having a seizure. A laughter-induced seizure.
Why was I friends with them again?
Smacking Lacy's hand away, I pinned her with a stare. "Stoppit! I'm going, okay?"
Lacy grinned and folded her arms in front of her. Brie made weird snort noises that had me wondering if we might need an ambulance.
"I thought you said you were going?" Lacy challenged me.
Scrunching up my nose, I tried my best to look intimidating. "I hate you."
Lacy snorted. "Oh please, bish, you love us." She waggled her brows. "And tomorrow morning you'll love us even more."
"I highly doubt that," I muttered under my breath as I turned and headed toward the bar.
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GRIFFIN
Bloody hell.
