I raise my hand immediately to try and get the waitress’s attention.
Spencer and Seb smile, exchanging a knowing look. “What was such a disaster?” Master asks.
I throw my hands up in the air. “Where do I start?”
The waitress comes over. “Yes, sir?”
“Can I have a Corona, please?”
“Of course.”
“And keep them coming.”
The three of them sit tentatively, waiting for the story. “So, this fucking idiot who I do business with has been hammering me for twelve months to take his niece out on a date.”
Masters grins. “You’re an idiot.”
“You haven’t heard half the story yet,” I hit back.
“We don’t need to.” Seb chuckles, and they all exchange looks again.
“Anyway, I ran into his car in the car park last week, and he used it as leverage to make me feel bad, and he talked me into taking her out.” I shake my head. They’re right, I am an idiot. “I agreed on the condition that it was a double date, so then I could get out of there as soon as possible. I organised one of the guys from work to come with me, and he knew I was leaving early and was going to be left with two women. He’s hoping for a threesome or some shit.” My beer arrives. “Thank you.” I take a long hard gulp of it. “Ah, that’s the stuff.”
“You were saying?” Bree frowns.
“My date, Sarah arrives, and I will admit it, she’s pretty hot.”
“What’s the problem then?” Masters frowns.
“Guess who her friend was?” I snap. “The one set up with my friend.”
“Who?” they all ask at once.
“Charlotte Prescott.”
Their eyes widen.
I nod. “That’s right. My dream girl who isn’t into me is sitting across the table with my fucking friend holding her hand.”
“What?” Seb whispers.
Bree puts her hand over her mouth and starts to giggle. “Oh, this is karma, Spence.”
“Only she isn’t Charlotte Prescott tonight. She introduces herself as Lottie Preston. A totally different person,” I continue. “And she works in a fucking mailroom with Sarah now—Sarah my date!”
“Wait, I’m confused.” Bree frowns.
“That makes two of us,” I snap.
“Why was she pretending be someone else?” Seb asks.
“I have no idea.” I shrug and drain my beer. “But it wasn’t long before I lost complete control of myself and followed her to the bar to start giving her shit about her kicking me out of her house two weeks ago.”
Sebastian throws his head back and laughs out loud. “Why are you still going on about that?”
“Because it fucking pissed me off. No woman has ever thrown me out before.”
Masters shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.