“Okay, then what?”
He just gives me another one of those panty-dropping grins, and I immediately figure out where his mind went.
“Gross! I’m not a prostitute. I won’t have sex with you to pay for a ten-dollar burger.”
I may have yelled that a little too loudly because I get a few looks from the people around us. I choose to ignore them because if I start to pay attention, I’ll become even more embarrassed. He leans over and busts up laughing. He has the sexiest laugh, very gravelly and husky like his singing voice. I’m not sure why he finds this so funny. He’s being a pig and that’s not the way he’ll get me into his bed.
“I’m sorry but that was hilarious. Get your mind out of the gutter. I get off work in about an hour so if you want to hang around and then hang out with me afterward, I’ll pay for your food.”
I’m skeptical. “Seriously? Just hang out. No sex? No expectations?”
“I sincerely swear, no sex. Although, if you want to throw that option on the table, I wouldn’t turn it down.”
“Sorry to bruise your ego but that won’t be happening. I guess I can stick around a bit longer. Thanks for being so nice about it.”
He winks at me and then walks back to the other end of the bar where more of his fan club is waving him down for another drink. From where I’m sitting, I would guess that the very red cocktails are cosmos but the girls drinking them are not a Carrie, Samantha, or Miranda, and very far from a Charlotte.
They are way too trashy for that. They give off a groupie vibe, which makes sense since Flynn is a musician. I don’t understand dressing that way. Don’t they have any self-respect? I like to have my fun but I don’t dress like a whore or throw myself at random guys just because they’re hot and can carry a tune.
It’s kind of comical. These girls are wasting their breath because all he has done in the short time I’ve been in here is brush them off. He’s been shameless with his flirting but anytime a girl comes in physical contact, he ignores it. Maybe he isn’t a typical guy after all.