"If we're going to do this." His hand waves over the table. "You can't be around a guy like that."
I'm insulted, I haven't even finished my first glass of wine and he was setting ground rules. "We're just out having dinner."
"You know I want to sleep with you." Sex. Do men in this city do anything other than live, breathe and talk about sex?
"I was hoping we could get through our dinner first," I say it half-teasingly. "Why are you being so serious?"
"My last girlfriend fucked me over pretty good." He downs the rest of his wine. "I'm not going down that road again. I don't want a woman who isn't ready to be exclusive."
Shit. He's been hurt and now I'm going to pay the price for that when all I wanted was to use him to get over my last relationship.
"I don't want anything serious." I exhale. "I'm just looking for some fun."
"Fun?"
"Just fun," I offer. What am I supposed to say to him? I want to make you come inside of me so I can chase away each and every memory I have of Nathan's cock?
"I'm looking for more than fun. I don't share." He doesn't temper his intentions at all. I wouldn’t be surprised if he dropped to his knee and pulled an engagement ring out of his pocket right now.
"I'm sorry I didn't know," I wince when I say the words. How could I have known? He kissed me the other night like a man hungry for my body. I thought he wanted to fuck. I thought we'd jump into bed together, roll around a few times and I'd get over my Nathan hurdle.
"If you cut him off, I'll be waiting." He doesn't even glance in my direction.
"I'm not hungry anymore," I say in a breathless whisper.
He motions for the waiter. "I'll take you home."
***
"He wouldn't fuck you because you wouldn't be his girlfriend?" The words sound just as ludicrous coming out of Rebecca's mouth as they sounded in my mind.
"I guess." I shrug my shoulders. "It was humiliating."
"I'll be his girlfriend." She winks at me. "Hell, I'll marry him and have his babies if he goes down on me. Have you seen his lips? Christ, they make me weep every time I see them."
"Every time you see them?" I cock a brow. "How often do you see them?"
"Only twice." She taps one finger. "That first time at the club when he grinding on you and then two nights ago after he dropped you off."
"You took the time to study his lips?" I almost laugh out loud.
"Don't say you didn't notice them, Jess." She tips her head to the side. "Unless you were still thinking about Fingers."
"He was here." I point to the floor of the apartment. "Right before Drew showed up."
"No way." She doesn't even try and temper the shock in her voice. "What the hell? Why?"
I shrug slightly as I shake my head. "Trying to convince me that he's changed."
"He'll never change." She bolts out of her chair. "We need to change though. We're going clubbing tonight."
"No." I feel bone weary from my shift earlier today. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to avoid looking at Drew for the entire eight hours. He was so attractive and he wanted me, maybe I should just be what he needed so I could get what I needed from him. That wasn't fair though. I knew it logically, but my body had other ideas.
"Yes." She pulls my hand into hers. "Tonight is the night Fingers becomes a distant memory."
Chapter 9
"There was this moment, when you first walked into the club, and I swear I felt like I'd been holding my breath forever waiting for you."