Another rule at Lucky’s and places like it. We didn’t come here to score. We came to hang out. Occasionally, one of us got sidetracked, but we mostly stuck to our guns on that one. I peered around her tits—admittedly not before sneaking a peek at what didn’t appear to be a bad set—and focused my attention on the guys.
“The interviews were fucking miserable. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit they came up with.”
The waitress straightened up, hovering until Bart smiled and told her we didn’t need anything else right away. With a huff we ignored, she took off, and Bart snapped his gaze to mine. “Did you manage to find someone?”
My mind flashed on Stephanie, recalling the hitch in her breath when I leaned closer to her after her interview and the way her soft hips felt under my palms when we were dancing. “We did, but she’s playing hard to get.”
“Imagine that.” Tanner laughed, his eyes wide. “A woman playing hard to get with you. It must be driving you nuts.”
“It’s not.”
My denial didn’t mean a thing to these guys though. They saw right through me.
I refilled my beer and smirked, holding up both hands and motioning with my pointer and middle fingers for them to bring it, challenging them. “Do your worst.”
And so the teasing started. I didn’t let it get to me, reveling instead in being able to be this carefree and relaxed in any aspect of my life nowadays. Besides, I dished out my fair share of quips and comments, I could take getting it back for once.