The door to the women’s room opened at the same time as I opened the door to walk out of the men’s room, causing them to hit hard.
"I'm sorry." I moved out and stopped short. The pretty girl that had denied me help at the dock was standing there in the same shock I was. Her brown hair was curled at the ends, her make up perfect, and tight smile sexy as fuck. "You again. You following me?"
"You wish." She turned and walked back toward the restaurant, ignoring me.
My stomach tightened as I let my eyes run down the long line of her legs. Her dress was pretty, sensual, yet not over the top. She was confident in herself. I could tell by the way she held her head up a little, her shoulders back.
"Damn," I mumbled and followed her back to her table. Three other girls sat with her, each of them pretty in their own way, but nothing compared to her. "Hey, girls. I'm Brody."
The one from the dock earlier smiled and extended her hand to me. "I'm Emily. Nice to meet you, Brody."
"Ahh... The pretty girl that helped me out of the lake when her friend denied me so coldly." I gave a puppy dog look and the other two laughed.
"You didn't need help." Hottie glanced up at me. "And, we're not buying what you're selling."
"I might be." The dark-skinned beauty beside her extended her hand. "I'm Dedra. Whatcha selling, exactly?"
"And, I'm Cindy. Are you here with friends, or do you want to join us?" The redhead at the table moved over like she was going to share her chair with me.
"No!" The only girl at the table whose name I wanted spoke up, sounding rather pissy. Surprise, surprise. "He's got friends. He can sit with them."
"I'll leave you girls in peace. I just wanted to invite you to a big party that Clint's throwing up at the mansion in town." I turned my attention back to her, studying her dark eyes and distrusting glare.
"We were invited by Clint last night." Dedra glanced around. "Where are your friends? You should get them. We love meeting new people."
"No, I want us to spend time together. We just got here." Hottie looked around at her friends with a look that had to be girl code for get rid of this dick.
"What's the deal, Cora? He seems nice enough." Emily smiled over at me.
"Cora, huh? Awesome. I'll leave you ladies in peace. See you tonight." I turned without another word, loving like hell the look on Cora's face when she realized I'd gotten the only thing I was after for the moment.
Her name.
Chapter 8
Cora
"Damn. Really, guys?" I glanced around at my friends as anger burned through me.
"What?" Dedra turned her attention to me, but seemed to have to force herself to do it.
"I didn't want him to know my name." I ran my fingers through my hair and settled back in my seat. "I hate guys like him. He reminds me of Brandon through and through."
"Because he's as hot as sin?" Emily glanced over at me. "Maybe you should go for the nerdy type this time. I'm thinking Brody needs a girl like me to teach him a lesson."
Dedra snorted. "You? I'm thinking me."
"I'd let him in my bed for the night for sure." Cindy turned and shrugged. "What? He's wicked hot. I bet his chest and abs are chiseled out. I love that. It's fun to let your tongue-”
"Okay. Thank you very much." I lifted my hand and shook my head. "None of you are allowed near Brody. He's probably the town whore. He's got it written all over him. I've run into him twice since getting here, and each time he's with a new woman."
"Maybe he's just not found the right one?" Emily asked and gave me a pleading look.
"No. He's a whore." I moved back as our burgers were delivered. It took everything inside of me not to look around for him. His dark blue shirt fit him beautifully and accentuated his green eyes and blond hair. As much as I wanted to not be interested, I couldn't help th
e way my body reacted to his attention. He wasn't getting anything from me. Not my attention, my time, or my lusty thoughts.
Yeah, right.