“Whoa. Wait. Seafood Girl?” She clasped a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t even realize it was you! Omigod! Who would’ve guessed that you could clean up so well?”
Drew snorted as I stared at her.
“Thanks. I’m sure.”
“Oh, it’s a compliment! Duh,” Britt giggled, her bright eyes on me as she wrapped her lithe arms around Emmett’s neck. “So funny that you’re here because E and I were just saying how we’re the only two who haven’t eaten yet. So if you’ve got extra room at your table…” She trailed off to give two exaggerated winks while literally narrating herself. “Wink, wink. Hint, hint. What do you say, Drewy?”
“I’m sure that’s fine.”
My eyebrows went up at the reply, and it took a second for me to realize that it hadn’t come from Drew but from me. I blushed as all three heads turned to me.
“Yeah?” Drew said, looking surprised but delighted. I caught the smirk he shot Emmett before saying, “Shit, Ellie’s right. This could be fun.”
I would’ve reacted to the fact that he got my name wrong, but I was too distracted by Emmett’s stare and Britt’s ridiculously high-pitched squeal.
“Yay, yay! Double date! Double date!” she chanted, hugging Emmett’s arm between her boobs before leaning over to whisper something to him. I should’ve looked away, but all I did was return the empty stare Emmett pinned on me as Britt giggled with her lips so close to his ear that I was convinced she might lick it. Heat rushed to my cheeks because when she finished whatever she was saying, I spotted the slightest hint of a smile curve Emmett’s lips.
It was barely there, but my heart pounded and my brain went into overdrive.
They had sex before they came here.
Or they’re planning on having sex when they leave.
Maybe they already had sex in the bathroom.
I was so on edge so instantly that I jumped when Drew touched my back.
“Shall we? The hostess is waiting,” he said, draping a heavy arm over my shoulders and bringing me over to our corner booth for four.
My body was rigid as we walked ahead of Emmett and Britt, and I did my best to eavesdrop on whatever he was muttering to her, but all I heard was her giggling response.
“Why, dirty boy? So you can stare at my ass?”
Ugh.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
16
ALY
Karma.
The word played on repeat in my head because I was convinced this was it. I’d said yes to Drew’s dinner invitation a few days ago to get Emmett out of my head. I wanted so desperately to have anything to distract myself from him.
But now, despite Drew Maddox sitting next to me in a tight booth, all I could do was stare at Emmett.
Angry Emmett.
He hadn’t looked at me once, and he hadn’t said a word to anyone since sitting down. That said he did lean back whenever Britt wanted to whisper in his ear, and he didn’t remove her hand whenever she let it rest in his lap.
This is karma, Aly. This is what you get, I decided, bouncing my knee restlessly under the table as I watched Britt once again burst out laughing at something and slap her hand onto Emmett’s thigh.
But this time, she started moving it in a circle, massaging him.
Her hand stayed there even as she launched into some story about her vacation last year to Mexico, and I couldn’t help my racing pulse as I stared at it, watching it inch closer and closer to Emmett’s dick as she rambled on. My cheeks burned at the thought of her touching him there.
But they burned even harder when I looked up to find Emmett’s eyes on me.