They look around. “Who?”
“Over by the corner.” I tip my beer in the general direction, and Glen catches sight of the guy I’m talking about, and he rolls his eyes.
“Seriously, such a fucking jerk Don’t let him see us.”
I chuckle as I take a swig of my beer. Samuel Phillips is Glen’s archenemy. He’s an anaesthetist like Glen, and they often see each other at the hospitals they work at. Samuel’s good-looking and confident, and he loves to tell you how great he is at every chance he gets. He drives Glen absolutely mad.
“I’m going to knock that prick out one of these fucking days,” Glen murmurs as he takes a sip.
“Why does he get under your skin so much again?” I ask.
“I don’t know, he just does. He’s flirty, and he has the nurses all giggling like school girls. You’re at work, fucktard, put your dick away and just do your damn job.”
Drew smirks. “So, you’re jealous?”
Glen scoffs. “Of him? As if.”
Drew and I chuckle. I pick up my phone and check if Eliza’s replied. “Where the hell are they?” I rub my stomach. “I am about to pass out from hunger.”
I’m feeling more myself now that I’m with the boys. I’ve been rattled all day by my little bikini erection this morning.
I was just horny. A good jerk off fixed the situation, and now I can, thankfully, return to normality.
I smile to myself, and I thought it was Eliza…
Stupid fuck.
I shake my head. What was I thinking? Of course, it wasn’t her. I’ve seen Eliza in next to nothing most days for the last ten years. It wasn’t her body… it was mine.
It was just a hormonal malfunction. Nothing more, nothing less.
My thoughts get interrupted by Glen’s voice. “About time. Where the hell have you girls been?”
“Watching movies,” Brooke says as she tries to keep a straight face.
“More like documentaries,” Jolie adds. “Really fucking interesting ones.”
Eliza laughs. I look up and catch sight of her and my heart skips a beat. She’s wearing a tight black dress. It’s off the shoulders and sits just above the knee. Her long, dark hair is down, and her makeup is smokey. She smiles and comes around to kiss me on the cheek, placing her hand on my thigh.
“Hi, Nathe.”
She’s tipsy; I can tell by her husky voice.
“Hi.” I look her up and down. “You look gorgeous.”
I feel a twinge in my cock. No!
Not again.
She smiles seductively. “Thanks.”
“Are we having dinner?” I ask them.
“No, we ate already. We had canapés and tequila.”
“Oh, thanks very much. Thanks for telling us!” Drew snaps. “Here we are waiting for you lot while wasting away.”
Eliza giggles as Brooke pretends to play the violin.