Page 141 of The Vacation Mix-Up
She passes me her empty glass and kisses my cheek, then shuffles off to the bathroom, past a group of passengers studying song lists. Backstepping, she snatches one up, then takes it with her.
I chuckle and hand her glass to a waiter as he strolls by, and then I take a seat on a stool at one of the last available high-top tables.
“Easy fuck tonight,” Ben says, nudging my shoulder and holding up his fist for me to bump.
I smack it away. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Just stating the obvious.”
“I’ve told you before, I’m not about an ‘easy’ fuck, and you shouldn’t be either.”
His eyes bulge. “Do you have a vagina?”
Ignoring him, I scope the room, spotting Carlos taking song requests near the stage area. “Riles is going through a lot. The last thing she needs is a dickhead trying to take advantage of her.”
“But you’re not a dickhead.”
I should say “thanks,”but I don’t. “I would be if I were after an easy fuck, Ben.”
“Are you saying I’m a dickhead?”
“Yes.”
He frowns. “That’s a bit harsh.”
“Then stop trying to get into every woman’s pants.”
“But Iwantto get into them.”
“And I want a cock the size of Texas, but that doesn’t mean I should go and get one.”
“You should,” he says, adjusting his crotch. “They’re great!”
I cross my arms over my chest and tip my beer to my lips. “You try too hard.”
“It’s better than not trying at all.”
“Is it?” I take a swig.
“Damn straight.” He gestures toward the bathroom. “So what’s her story?”
I debate telling him, deciding to give him the condensed version. “Her mother recently passed away.”
“That’s shit.”
“Yeah.”
“So she’s drownin’ her sorrows?”
“Sure is.”
“And you don’t want to fuck her?”
“I never said that.”
He nudges my shoulder again.
I smirk. “I like her… a lot.”
