“I made a move on Wes.”
Aimee nearly choked on the french fry she was nibbling. “You’re kidding me.” She gasped after she took a swig from her drink.
Lanie shook her head. “Nope. Guess what? He turned me down.”
“You’re kidding me,” Aimee said again, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“I wish I wasn’t.” A fresh wash of humiliation slid over her at the memory. It happened four days ago and she still wasn’t over it. “I dragged him into a closet—”
“While at work?” Aimee interrupted.
“Yep. It was a supply closet. Nice and cozy right? I told him to shut up and basically attacked him right there.”
“What in the world…”
“I know, right? I mean, what came over me? Why would I do such a thing?” She still didn’t know, couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. It was just so unlike her, to grab random, handsome men and pull them into supply closets so she could have her way with them.
And to top it all off, he’d turned her down. Walked right out of that closet without a backward glance and hadn’t spoken to her again.
His rejection still stung too.
Aimee laughed, covering her mouth with the tips of her fingers when she caught sight of Lanie’s glare. “I know you don’t think it’s very funny but oh my God, it kind of is, you have to admit. I mean, you yanked him into a closet and mauled him.” Lanie’s cheeks heated and she ducked her head. “I know. It was stupid. You probably think I’m a complete idiot.”
“I’ve only known you for six months but no, I don’t think you’re an idiot. I think a gorgeous man hindered your thought process. That’s all.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Lanie muttered as she glanced about the room.
They were at a local sports bar not far from the hospital, a place where many of the hospital staffers came after work to unwind after a long shift. Both Lanie and Aimee were off the next two days so they’d decided to hang out, have a light dinner and a drink or two during happy hour.
The two sat alone by choice, the majority of their coworkers surrounding a big screen TV watching a football game in progress. Stressed over what happened with Wes, she’d been dying to tell Aimee about it since the night it actually went down.
Now she was like a shaken up bottle, bursting and spilling all over the place.
“Have you talked to him since?” Aimee asked.
“No. I haven’t even seen him.”
“What exactly did he say to you?”
Here came the embarrassing part. “Well…he said something about dragging innocent men into closets and I told him I heard he wasn’t that innocent. Then he asked if all I wanted from him was to be a bad boy and when I didn’t answer—because I was stunned silent by the way he kissed me—he said I’m going to disappoint you. Then he walked out of the closet.”
Aimee’s eyebrows were so high Lanie swore they had reached her hairline.
“Mister Bad Boy himself turned you down because you were looking for something decidedly unserious?”
“I guess so.” Lanie grabbed her margarita and took a healthy sip. Tequila was definitely not the answer to all her problems, but it definitely seemed like a good substitute.
“That’s…interesting.” Aimee pursed her lips, looking as if she were in deep thought.
Amusing considering they were in the middle of a raucous bar on a Monday night.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that maybe Wes the player doesn’t want to be a player with you.”
“Please.” Lanie waved a dismissive hand. “I met him once and I won’t deny it, there were sparks. You tell me about his reputation and I don’t know, it put weird thoughts in my head. I-can-be-a-conquering-crazy-little-ho-type thoughts and I never think that way.”
“Right, so you throw yourself at him and he leaves you high and dry.”