Page 49 of Take My Love
“Okay, sure. You havin’ fun out there?”
“Uh huh! The girl’s really cool. Huge boobs. She started twerkin’ and one of ’em nearly punched me in the eye.”
I snort. “That sounds dangerous.”
“I figured you liked big boobs. Or are you an ass man? Shit, I shoulda asked first.” I’ve never seen Posey this bubbly before, so it’s definitely the alcohol. “Either way, she has a nice ass too.”
“I don’t have a preference as long as we have chemistry.”
“No doubt you two will.” She pokes me in the chest. “Now hurry up before I steal her from ya.”
She walks off, making myhead spin.
I return to the table with their drinks and meet Sabrina’s amused gaze. They pingpong between Posey and her new friend.
“Hi! I’m Jamie!” she shouts over the music and holds out her hand.
“Silas.” I wrap my palm around hers. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
“These are my sisters.” I point to the three of them staring. Her shoulder-length black hair is halfway pulled up with long, dangly earrings that almost reach her collarbone.
Her tongue peeks out between her red-stained lips. “Hi, Silas’s sisters.”
“We’re all here to find Silas a new girlfriend,” Posey explains, speaking loudly over the music. “His fiancée just dumped him.”
“Aww…” Jamie coos. “You poor thing.”
“No, it’s fine.” I brush her off, slightly uncomfortable that Posey’s telling her I need help in that department.
“We’re also here to find Posey a date for a weddin’ next month,” I tell her, hopefully taking the heat off me.
“Really?” Jamie’s eyes widen. “My brother’s single! You two would totally hit it off!”
“Y’all could double date!” Celeste suggests, holding up her drink.
She’s only on her second and she’s already toast.
“Oh my God, yes!” Jamie screeches. “Did I tell you he’s a fireman?”
Posey’s jawliterallydrops. “Um no…tell me more!”
As they gossip, I drink my beer and watch them. Posey’s bright smile is hard to miss when she hasn’t stopped laughing all night. It’s a nice sound to hear.
Once they’ve finished their cocktails, they drag me and my sisters on the dance floor.
Jamie grabs my arms and positions herself in front of me, shaking her ass to the beat.
I lean into her ear. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two. You?”
Fuck, she’s young.
“Thirty.” I turn her around so we’re face-to-face, then draw her closer so we can hear each other. “Where do you work?”
“I’m a receptionist at my dad’s law firm. I graduated college in May so I’m still job huntin’ for the right position.”
