Page 49 of The Triple Threat

My heart went boom-dah-dah-dah-boom as I waited for him to put the moves on me. Then he looked around the room, looking discerningly at all the women.

The boom-dah-dah-dah-boom was replaced with a pathetic bump and I moved away from him. It wasn’t me he was going to put the moves on. Every single one of those beautiful butterflies I had flying around my stomach, just went and dropped to the pit of my stomach and died.

“I can prove it to you that I have my Pop’s skills with the ladies.”

Swallowing down the bitter taste of disappointment, I pushed my shoulders back and nodded. I’d been stupid to even start to feel an attraction to him, never mind consider what a few drinks and giggles together might mean.

“Okay,” I said, feeling a new determination to get him out of my head. “Let’s have a wager.”

My eyes skimmed the room until they landed on a tall blonde woman wearing a gorgeous red dress that fitted her like a wetsuit. She was talking to a preppy guy who although good looking was a little too smooth for me. His golden blond hair looked like it may actually have been sculpted, it was so neat and tidy.

“See that couple over there.”

Hunter followed my gaze. “Yep.”

“Let’s see who gets asked to go somewhere quieter first. Winner has to clean the other one’s car. Inside and out.”

Hunter snorted and carefully placed his bottle of beer down onto the table.

“It’s a deal,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. “Easy.”

I placed my glass next to his bottle and then shook. I was determined I’d win. For one, I didn’t want Hunter to beat me, I really didn’t want to have to clean that monster of a truck of his. For two though, maybe chatting to preppy guy would help me to forget that I wanted inside Hunter’s boxer briefs.

Oh God, was it possible that Hunter went commando? No, he was definitely a boxer brief kind of guy. The chafing while riding Dante every day would be awful.

“Quick,” Hunter said as he started to move away from me. “The guy has gone to the bar. Now’s our chance.”

* * *

“Oh, my goodness,” I sighed, with what I hoped was a seductive lick of my lips. “That’s amazing. Wait until I tell my Dad.”

It turned out that preppy guy, Conrad, had been to the same college as my dad and had also played on the football team as cornerback. That’s what he’d said, but he hadn’t heard of my dad and as he was in their college hall of fame, I wasn’t quite sure Conrad was telling the whole truth. He was cute though and as I wasn’t interested in anything after tonight, I’d forget his white lie.

“So, how come you’re here tonight? I mean I would have thought a good-looking guy like you would have lots of girls falling over themselves to date you.”

I’d glanced over at Hunter a few minutes earlier and he seemed to be doing better than I was. The blonde was pushing her girls up against him and had flicked her hair enough times to create a tornado.

“I do okay.”

Conrad raised a brow and winked with the opposite eye. He looked like he was trying to pass wind, but hey if he thought it looked sexy and I might be interested then so be it.

We continued to talk, well Conrad did, and for another ten minutes I listened. It was totally boring. I couldn’t give up though because every time I looked over at Hunter, Miss Red Dress had pushed even closer to him. She was so close I was holding my breath and waiting for her to mount him like a spider monkey.

“So,” Conrad said, taking one of my wisps of hair and running it through his fingers. “Tell me about yourself.”

Finally.

“Well, I’m a pediatric nurse and… sorry, I…” I trailed off as I noticed Miss Red Dress’ hand that had been on Hunter’s chest had moved around to his ass and given it a squeeze, just like Jefferson’s had done to the redhead earlier.

“Go on,” Conrad urged, chucking his glass of wine with my vodka.

I tried to move my attention back to him, but I couldn’t take my eyes from Hunter. I was waiting to see how he reacted. Would he see her hand on his backside as his sign to make a move?

I didn’t get a chance to find out, because the bar doors flew open and Lynn-Ann and Janice-Ann strolled in waving at everyone, like they were the Queen of England only in duplicate.

“What the hell,” Conrad said around a laugh. “What have they come as?”

My gaze spun to his and he was literally looking down his nose at the two old ladies dressed in coordinating pant suits. Janice-Ann was in baby pink, while Lynn-Ann was in sunshine yellow. They both had on white pumps and carried purses the color of their outfit. They looked like walking candy bars, but not one of the few locals in the bar batted an eyelash. The only people really staring were those who’d come in from out of town.