and your little man is getting dusty. I need to sharpen my skills.” She giggles into my neck, and I feel those good vibrations right down to my happy-to-see her balls.
“Little man?” Scarlett’s brows hike with amusement.
“She’s drunk.” I shake my head. “Trust me, there’s nothing little about me.”
“Oh, come on, Goober .” Scarlett gives a deep growl of a laugh, and, shit, here we go. “We both know it’s not the size of the ride. It’s the motion of the ocean. And, wow”—she bleats with that sarcastic drawl of hers she loves to inflect—“two girls inserting your dick into the conversation on the very same night? You are a lucky, lucky guy.”
My eyes snag on the pissed-off redhead sitting across the table, and all hope, all desire to have my dick sucked off by the cheerleader volunteering for the position has vacated the premises.
“Not tonight.” I give Savannah a gentle tap on the thigh until she dismounts, sticking the landing on her feet as if they were springs.
That dimple in her cheek goes off as she continues to flirt mercilessly. I’m familiar with all of Savannah’s flirtatious rules of engagement. Both my dick and I have been entranced by them a time or two. She’s heated my sheets on a few occasions. Nothing more than that.
“Since when does Rex Toberman turn down a solid proposition?” She swings her ponytail from side to side as her fingers brush over my face. “Oh, I get it.” A dark laugh strums from her, the exact same one she lets off just before she gets down and dirty. “You want to do that thing where you’re the big bad attorney, and I’m the—”
“No, no.” I hold up a hand. Dear God, anything but that.
“Yes, yes !” Scarlett leans in, suddenly enthralled by the blonde bombshell in our midst—the very same one I’d like nothing more than to be rid of at the moment. “By all means, do go on. What was your role in the raunchy legal drama? Wait—let me guess. You were the lonely housewife looking for a divorce and a quickie? Or maybe you were the call girl who accidentally wandered into the wrong office? Either way, I bet you got a chance to sharpen those skills of yours. Isn’t that right?”
Savannah steps into the light and squints at Scarlett as if trying to place her. “Like who the hell are you?”
“I’m Rexy’s future attorney. We were just going over payment plans for all the sexual harassment suits he’ll have pending. I’m thinking monthly installments.” She extends her hand for a quick shake, but Savannah’s not budging.
“Oh, that’s cute.” Savannah lacks the proper enthusiasm to back such a claim. “At first, I thought you were trying to scam off my man.” She gurgles a husky laugh that I’ve only heard once before, and I try to evict the scene from that “one time” right out of my perverted mind. “But then, this is Rexy—Whitney Briggs’s own prized possession.”
“Prized perverted possession,” Scarlett corrects, and I cut her a death stare. As much as I want to laugh, as much as I think it’s cute as hell that she thinks she has me pegged, I won’t give her the satisfaction.
“ My prized perverted possession.” Savannah blows me a kiss. “Shoot me a text, and we’ll pick up where we left off. And you do remember where we left off.” She hops around and juts her bottom at me before taking off.
That’s right. If I recall, I was on an exploratory mission that involved K-Y Jelly and a box of glow-in-the-dark condoms.
“Hmm.” Scarlett watches pensively as the blonde ponytail fades deeper into campus. “Looks like you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.”
“I don’t have a busy night ahead of me. There’s nothing going on between the two of us.” Don’t know why I went there. Who the hell cares if Scarlett thinks I’m bedding that chick? It’s probably better that way. I don’t want to give her the wrong impression. The last thing in the world I want is for my new redheaded