Page 96 of Grease Monkey
Savanna grabs my arm. “Some free advice, Teddy? Don’t be a dick to her like you are with everyone else.” I go to argue, but she holds up a hand. “Hey, we all know what to expect when we get with you. Emotionless, hot-as-fuck sex with one fine-ass man and nothing more. Whatever happened between you two, let it go, okay?”
First my mom, now her?
I press a kiss to her cheek. “I’m sorry about tonight.”
“It’s okay. I’d say you owe me, but I have a feeling there’s a chance this town will be losing its highly sought-after bachelor.”
I half-laugh, half-snort. “You going to be okay?”
“Hell yes. Tonight’s not a total bust. A certain bartender is just as slutty as you, and has been watching me all night. I bet he’d be willing to take me home.” She winks and angles her body toward the bar, crossing her legs and letting her creamy thighs show. “I’ll be fine. Go get your girl.”
I squeeze her shoulder quickly, then take off toward the restrooms. The nearly pitch-black hallway is empty as I walk down it, and I worry for a second that I missed her leaving. Approaching the ladies’ room, I lean my hands on either side of the door, straining to listen over the echo of the music from the bar for someone inside. I knock and push it open, calling out before stepping fully inside.
It’s empty.
Shit. Maybe I did miss her? Or maybe she didn’t come down here?
“Oops.” A tiny giggle, then a watery sigh, comes from one of the closed stalls, followed by a loudbang.“Oh, man.”
“Ana?”
A gasp. “Shay?”
I suck in a laugh and lean against the row of sinks on the far wall, watching her shadow dance under the door as she takes an insane amount of time to finish what she’s doing.
“Unless Shay has a man’s voice now, it’s not her. Come out here, Ana.”
“Ana’s not here.”
I stalk toward the closed door, noticing it’s not locked, and push it open with one finger. Ana looks up at me, mascara coating her cheeks, her long straight hair a mess on the top of her head like she fisted it in her hands, and there’s a long line of tissue, still attached to the roll on the wall, in her hand.
She blinks and blinks again before swaying, her shoulder landing on the side of the stall.
“Hi,” she hiccups.
“Hey. Are you okay?”
“Yup. Just a bit tippy,” she slurs, running her nose along her arm, completely bypassing the tissue. “Tipsy.”
“I think you’ve passed tipsy, Ana.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and she rests her head against the wall, humming softly as the edges of her lips tilt upward.
“Ana,” she whispers. “I like it when you call me that.”
Then she’s quiet, her mouth lilting downward, and she sucks in a shaky breath. I step closer and drop to my haunches. “Ana?”
Her eyes snap open.
“You’re so pretty.” She weakly lifts her hand in the air, the tips of her fingers brushing against the scruff on my jaw. “I hate that you’re so pretty. You’re not allowed to be pretty when you said such ugly things to me.” She sniffs. “And you’re on a date. With this beautiful woman. After being with me.”
I swear it’s a kick in the gut.
Is she this drunk because of me?
She closes her eyes again, and a single tear drops down her face. I sigh, dropping my head before running my thumb across her cheek, the warm salty drop of water coating it. I place my hand on her knee and shake her leg.
“Ana? Can you stand up?” She shakes her head no. “Want to try?”
