Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

“Umm…sure. I’ll be right back.” I walk to where Liz can see me, and I wave her over. She doesn’t even hesitate giving up her place in line, even though we were standing in it for over an hour.

“What’s up?”

“He’s gonna take us inside,” I tell her.

“Thank God. I think I was starting to melt.”

I grab her arm. “Liz, what do I do?”

“What do you do?” She gives me look. “Girl, that man is hotter than the devil himself when he went down to Georgia. Flirt, do what you do, and get some. You feel free to abandon me as needed. I will be a-okay.”

I start to laugh, because that’s so like Liz. Completely supportive and the best wing-woman a girl could ask for. But I still have no idea what I’m going to say. We head back over to where Glenn is standing, his clothes clinging to him like a second skin.

Liz holds out her hand. “I’m Liz.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says. “Glenn.”

“Just to be clear,” she says, “I’m not getting in the way of anything. I have friends who will pick me up if I’m too drunk to drive, so if y’all want to go off and fuck be my guest.”

“Liz!” I say, my entire body going hot with embarrassment. Oh God, I can’t even look at Glenn right now.

She shrugs, smirking. “You weren’t going to do it. At least the elephant in the room is out in the open now.”

“I really hate you, you know that?” I mutter.

“Noted,” she says quietly. “We’ll see if you hate me later.”

I risk looking over at Glenn, and he’s just watching with an amused smirk on his face. “Ready to go inside?”

“Absolutely,” Liz says, looping her arm through mine and following Glenn toward the entrance of First Shot.

9

Glenn

I didn’t see this coming. It’s like I summoned her out of my mind, since I’ve been thinking about her so damn much, and here she is. My thoughts are racing, and I’m trying to keep them on mundane things, anything to keep my dick in check inside these soaking wet jeans. Because the second it misbehaves that photo is all over the internet. I need to get out of these wet clothes, and preferably get Diamond alone.

Which apparently her friend has no problem with. She was embarrassed, but I thought it was funny. I think that woman and I would be good friends.

I nod to our bouncer and wave the two women in with me, ignoring the glares from the people in line, but like I just told Diamond, if you’re the owner, you need to have some privileges, otherwise what’s the point?

Reaching the bar, I flag down Brennan, and point to Liz. “Whatever she needs is on the house, but don’t get her so plastered she can’t take care of herself. Got it?”

“You got it.”

I turn to the two of them. “Liz,” I say, “Brennan is going to take care of you. Diamond, can we talk where it’s a little quieter?”

There’s a blush in her cheeks, but she nods, and I don’t miss the way her friend grins and gives her a huge thumbs up. I motion for her to follow me, and she does, toward the back office. No one will be in there, and we won’t be interrupted. Plus, I can stop dripping water all over my floor.

I open the door and she goes in first. I don’t close the door all the way behind us in case she’s nervous, but I only leave a sliver open. “So,” I say, “hello.”

“Hi.” She’s looking around the office, and I realize that she’s curious about the space, but the longer she looks the more it becomes clear that she’s avoiding looking at me.

Grabbing my extra clothes that are on my desk, I pull off my wet shirt and drop it into a plastic bag. “I know that this is a little weird, but I’m glad to see you,” I say. “I haven’t been able to get the other night out of my head.”

“Me either,” she says quietly.

She’s staring, and I notice the hunger in her eyes. I haven’t put on the new shirt yet, and right now I don’t have the urge to. Taking a step toward her, she doesn’t back away, so I take another step. I close the distance between us until there’s nothing, and I’m looking down at her. Her lips are distracting, full and perfect. My mind is swimming with the memory of them wrapped around my cock.

“How would you feel,” I ask, “if I broke the rules?”

She swallows. “What rules?”

“The rules where one-night stands aren’t supposed to see each other again.”

“I think that rule has already been broken,” she breathes. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I like the sight. It makes me remember her breasts and how fucking perfect they are. Makes me remember my temptation to fuck them until they’re covered in my cum.