Page 53 of Babydaddy To Go

What is with the tone of her voice? She’s practically whispering, but the bar is loud. Even with just a few patrons, the music bounces off the walls and makes it hard to hear.

“I’m sure he is,” David laughs. “I taught him everything he knows.”

Samantha leans closer to me, squeezing her arms together to push her breasts out of the neckline of her too-small top.

“Is that so?” she asks.

David nearly chokes on his scotch watching her little charade.

“Not even close. David can barely make toast.”

Samantha squeezes my arm again.

“Well, I bet you could teach him. Just look how great you are with the class.”

I turn away from her to roll my eyes. Is this girl for real right now?

“I’ve learned so much,” she shares. “I think I’ll be a chef at one of Daddy’s restaurants in no time.”

Her dad is in the food industry, too, but he’s more a business owner than a chef. I doubt he cares what part of the business his daughter is involved in. She could be a waitress and it wouldn’t matter because she’d have her trust fund to fall back on.

“I’m sure he’s proud,” I lie. Better saying that than what I actually want to tell her. I have to remind myself that I’m supposed to be nice to my students. Maybe not as nice as Samantha would like, but nice enough.

David shakes his empty glass. So much for slowing down, but I know what he’s doing. He’s giving me an escape.

“Your turn to buy the round,” he shouts over the table.

I take his glass and make for the bar. Behind me, David attempts to lure Samantha into a conversation but I can tell it’s not working. Within seconds, her too-strong perfume scent lingers in the air beside me.

“Your friend sure can talk!” she exclaims, rolling her eyes. “I thought we’d never be alone.”

“Samantha...”

“You don’t have to say it, Nathaniel. I feel it too.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, she orders drinks for the three of us. The bartender, distracted by Samantha’s cleavage, clumsily slides our glasses across the bar.

“Put it on my tab!” she tells him.

The bartender nods but his eyes never leave Samantha’s breasts. If I’m being honest, her rack isn’t all that impressive. Alyssa’s was bigger and still managed to be perky, and not saggy.

But I don’t want to think of Alyssa right now. I don’t want to deal with Samantha, either. What started as an okay-ish night turned pretty shitty in the last ten minutes.

“Thanks,” David says when we get back to the table. He shoots me an apologetic look. He tried, at least. David is a good friend like that.

Samantha sips her fruity drink and tries to engage me in conversation. She completely ignores David even as he attempts to answer her questions. With each blatant refusal to acknowledge his existence, David gets closer to a full laugh attack. I almost want him to lose it if only because Samantha would deserve the humiliation.

“And then I dropped the entire platter!” she shouts, throwing her arms out at the big reveal. I wasn’t listening to the rest of her story, so I don’t laugh.

Samantha pouts and tries to take another swig of the sugary concoction in her cup, but it’s only ice now.

“I need a refill,” she announces. She eyes me expectantly, but I hold up my still full glass.

“I’m all set,” I say.

“Me, too,” David adds. He hasn’t touched the drink Samantha bought him.

She huffs. “I guess I’ll get it myself.”