Page 11 of Savage in the Sheets
While Jenna works the crowd, Meghan asks me questions, which I answer on auto-pilot until she calls me out when I accidentally agree that I hate when I’m PMSing.
Oops.
It’s evident that Jenna has taken my advice to heart and has everyone beguiled. Eventually, more people join us, and she goes off to play darts.
While I am stuck with Meghan seated on my lap. Pouting.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I shake my head, determined not to look over at Jenna again. She seems to be doing fine on her own. My instructions seemed to have done the trick.
Don’t pat yourself on the back too hard. It’s that dress doing all the work.
“You seem really tense tonight,” Meghan purrs as her hands snake through my hair. “Wanna cut out of here so I can give you a massage?”
Do I want a massage? Any hot-blooded man would say yes. Heck, any other night, I’d be paying the tab and escorting Little Miss Masseuse wannabe back to my place.
But tonight is different.
My eyes dart over to Jenna, who’s laughing with the newly-divorced Barry from engineering. The jiggle of her breasts sends my blood pumping something fierce, to a place it ought not to.
“Ohhhh, Meghan likes,” Meghan says in a sultry whisper, rubbing her ass against my engorged member.
Startled, I jolt upright, knocking her off my lap and tipping over my drink.
The table breaks out in laughter, but Meghan doesn’t share in their joy.
She smooths her dress as she casts me a scathing look. “Why’d you even bother texting me back if you were going to be a dick?”
“Look, Meghan, I’m sorry.” I grab some napkins and begin sopping up the mess.
After getting up, she walks off, to my relief, and I’m left with a table full of smirking assholes.
“Jenna just about threw you through a loop, huh?” Mitch chuckles out.
“Excuse me?”
“Your head practically snapped off your neck when you got an eye-full,” a voice says from down the table.
Dammit! Act cool. Don’t let them get under your skin. If they smell weakness, they’ll think they’re apex predators and go for it.
I chuckle at the thought of Mitch as an apex predator.
“An eye-full? Of Jenna? Naw man, I mean, it’s Jenna. She’s cool and all, but you know me. I like women that have a little bite to them.”
“So you’re saying that if Jenna came over here right now and sat her fine backside down onto your lap, you’d care just as little as you did with Dan’s cousin?”
Oh, God—they can see right through me.
I snicker. “Jenna Savage just ain’t savage enough for my tastes…”
My voice trails off as I look over my shoulder to see Jenna laughing with Barry, her palm flat against his chest, leaning into him casually.
There isn’t a hint of the stiffness she usually exhibits around men. If anything, she’s beguiling, lighting up the room.
Her head tilts back, and she lets out another laugh; this one has her clutching her gut.
Barry can’t be that entertaining. He’s an egg-head mechanical engineer, not at all charismatic, from what I can tell.
