Georgia filled her cheeks with air before slowly exhaling. “Is that so bad?” She narrowed her eyes. “If I’m not your type, it’s cool. But otherwise, what’s the issue? I thought we had a nice time up until you left the party. I’m a big girl. Just be honest with me. I’m not into playing games.”

I wanted to play games. Naked games that ended with us against a wall, tangled together like we’d played the sexiest game of Twister.

“Listen, Georgia.” I held my hands up because I didn’t want to fight. “I like you. You’re beautiful. But I’m not looking for a relationship right now. My head isn’t right. Plus, there’s the issue with your age.”

“Hold up.” She gave me the hand, shushing me. “First off, who gives a fuck what age I am? It’s a number and nothing more. Secondly, who said I wanted a relationship? Are you that full of yourself that you think every woman wants to spend eternity with you?”

“Well, I…um.” I touched her arm and felt that damn flip-flop in my stomach, followed by a spark. “G, come on. You just want to fuck me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Say yes. Please say yes.

Her face tightened. “I thought we could be friends.”

Kiss of death!

I didn’t want to be friends. I had enough friends and didn’t need one with tits and sweet lips I’d like to see sucking on my cock.

No. Friends wouldn’t be possible.

“Men and women can never be just friends.”

Her head snapped back and her eyes widened. “Why the fuck not?”

I liked her—she was fuckin’ hot, smart, and probably had everything I’d ever wanted in a woman. But there was no way I’d risk my friendship with Sunshine and City over a woman.

“Because every time I see you, all I’ll think about is fucking you and nothing else,” I whispered in her ear.

She gasped “So what? Think what you want. That doesn’t have to affect our friendship.” She gaped at me as I backed away.

I rubbed my lips, watching her eyes follow their path. “I’ll want to act on it.”

“If you want me that badly, why not take me on a date?” She pursed her lips. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“Why the hell do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I had a bad breakup, and you’re the complete opposite of my last boyfriend. I thought you could be fun.”

Fun. I could be fun.

“Babe, I’m so much fun you’d never be able to go back to your bland men again.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, he was so boring. Watching paint dry was more entertaining than spending time with Brent.”

“Brent?” I asked, almost choking. “The name alone says it all.”

“I know.” Her eyes flickered to the floor. “But if you’re not man enough to take me on a date, I get it.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m pretty irresistible.”

The corner of her mouth twitched and her eyes twinkled. “You’re okay.”

“I’ll give you one date. That’s it. It’ll get Sunshine off my back, and you’ll realize that I’m the worst thing for you right now.”

“Why?”

“Because you won’t be able to get enough of me. If you fall in love, that’s on you.” My eyes slid down her body, slowly and with purpose.

She swatted my shoulder. “You’re so full of shit.”

I threw my hands up, looking toward the floor, and shook my head. “I warned ya.”

“I think I can handle a night with you and not fall in love. I’m over love.”

“Me too,” I muttered.

“How about…” Her hand settled on my arm, her red fingernails looking spectacular against my skin. I bet they’d look better wrapped around my dick with her matching lips working the tip in and out of her mouth. “Are you listening to me?” She dug her nails into my skin.

I nodded and gave her my full attention. “Yeah, I’m just waiting to see what you’re going to say,” I lied.

“Let’s go out, have some drinks, and celebrate our newfound freedom. What do you say?”

“How do you know mine’s new?” I cocked my head, furrowing my brow.

“Suzy told me. So, you in?”

Fucking Suzy and her trap. “You’re gonna wanna fuck me,” I told her and licked my lips, wishing I could do her right now. Maybe I’d get her out of my system that way. It took everything in me not to stare at her breasts. Why couldn’t she wear a fuckin’ turtleneck or some shit?

“I’m a hundred percent certain that I can resist your charms.”

“We’ll see. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Whatcha two talking about?” Sunshine asked.

I jumped, clutching my chest. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“Oh, stop. So, when’s the date?” She bumped me with her body.

I glanced at Georgia, deflecting the question. “You tell her.”

“Well…” Georgia paused and chewed on her lip. “We haven’t set a date, but we’re going to celebrate our shitty exes.”

Sunshine’s smile faded and she moved her face between us. “But that’s not sexy.”

“Oh, it is,” I argued.

“I’ll never understand people,” Sunshine said and rolled her eyes. “You two are crazy.”

“Maybe, Sunshine. Maybe.”

She walked away, shaking her head and moving her hands around in the air. Probably ranting and raving about how I was an asshole, and she’d be right.

“I’ll give you my number, and when you’re ready for a little action, you can call me.”

The corner of that sexy mouth curved up. “Is it little?” she asked, turning her head and bringing her ear near my mouth. “You can tell me.”

“Baby, it’s so big it would split your fine little ass in two.”

She threw her head back, held her stomach, and laughed. “You’re a funny man.” Her white teeth glistened despite the dim lighting of the Neon Cowboy.

Even her laugh made me hard. I had a huge problem. She could be my worst nightmare and my biggest regret. Georgia needed to not be on my mind.

“You want a drink while we’re here?”

She wiped the tears from her eyes, carefully working around her eyeliner. “Tequila.”

“I didn’t know librarians liked tequila.”

“We’re people too.” She wrinkled her nose and finally looked at me like I was a douche.

“I know. I know.” I leaned against the bar and hailed the bartender before ordering our drinks.

She rested her stomach on the bar with her chin in her palm. “Looking at you, I could make a few assumptions that probably aren’t true.” She tapped her nails against the bar.

“Like what?” I fanned my hands against the bar and dug them into the surface, bracing myself.

She smirked, raking her eyes over my face and arms. “Well, you look like an asshole.” She laughed, dropping her head forward.

“Cheap shot.”

“You’re probably a roughneck. Most likely, you fuck anything with two legs.”

“Not true,” I said as our drinks were placed on the bar. I handed her the tequila and I grabbed my beer, taking a quick sip. All the talking had made my throat dry and scratchy, or maybe it was Georgia.

“How so?” she asked before slamming back the tequila and setting the glass down.

I gawked at her. I’d never seen a lady drink tequila like she had. It didn’t seem to affect her. “I don’t fuck dudes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Another,” she called out to the bartender and waved her arm, pointing at her empty glass.

“Don’t you think you should take it easy?”

“You do you, and I’ll do me.”

I leaned over, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “I can’t even begin to describe how sexy that statement is. When you do you, can I watch?” My lips brushed against her ear.

She shivered. “Never going to happen.”

“You never know,” I whispered.

“I don’t do the bad-boy thing. I can already tell that you aren’t the right kind of man for me.”

“I’m all kinds of wrong, Georgia, but in the best way possible.” I stroked my fingertips over the top of her hand. I tried to get rid of her and my kindness didn’t work. Maybe if my other side came out, I’d run her off, screaming for the hills.

She swallowed hard, lifted the second tequila shot to her lips with her free hand, and paused. “We better get back to the group before Suzy comes after us.”