Free Wildcard: Volume Two (Wilcard, #2) by Missy Johnson Page B

London. I sit down and immediately order a double scotch.
    “I’ll have the same,” Josh says, smiling at our waitress. He rolls his eyes as I pull out my phone.
    “What?” I protest, already knowing what he’s going to say.
    “Dude, you need to take a break. Forget about her, for tonight at least. What have you done with the Ryder I know and love? I know I gave you shit about sleeping around, but fuck.” He shakes his head and runs his hand through his sandy hair. “This chick has really done a number on you.”
    I stare back down at my phone and realize I’ve opened it up to her profile on Facebook. My jaw clenches as I stare at her photo. She’s updated it to one of just her, smiling at the camera. I’m both pissed and aroused as fuck. She’s gorgeous.
    Josh is right: I need a distraction—a young, sexy distraction, preferably with a nice set of tits. I’m going to go crazy if I keep this up.
    “Take it.” I toss him my phone and reach for the drink that has just been set in front of me. Josh watches with a smirk as I knock it back in one gulp.
    “Another please,” I order the waitress. Her blue eyes widen and she nods. “In fact, make it two.”
    “Slow down,” Josh says, laughing.
    I glower at him. “Make up your mind. Do you want me to relax or not?”
    “There’s a difference between relaxing and drinking yourself into a coma.”
    “There is?” Wow. I’d managed a joke. 
    Josh groans and shoves my phone in his pocket. I chuckle as the alcohol begins to cloud my thoughts. This is what I needed. I’m actually able to go five seconds without thinking about her.
    I glance around, as if I’m noticing the place for the first time. Though it’s barely eight in the evening, the bar is alive with talent. I spy a sexy blonde standing by the bar. Her eyes are on me, a little smile playing on her lips.
    I raise an eyebrow and wink at her. She rolls her eyes, but laughs. I motion for her to join us. She’s everything Scarlett isn’t: petite, blonde, and available .
    “You’re Ryder Stevens.” She grins and sits down next to me. Her eyes are glazed and she’s giggling at nothing , but I don’t care. My only aim is to have her under me by the end of the night—or the end of the hour.
    “Am I invisible?” Josh grumbles.
    I smirk as he throws his arms up in the air, startling Blondie. Whenever we go out together, it’s always me the women are drawn to and it infuriates Josh to no end.
    “Gosh, I’m sorry,” she stammers, blushing. “I didn’t even see you there.”
    I chuckle as his face turns red. Josh’s problem is that he’s way too nice. Girls who hang out in bars like this don’t want a nice guy. They want arrogance—something I have plenty of.
    “How’s your girlfriend?” I fire at him, raising an eyebrow.
    “I know, I know,” he says, rolling his eyes. “But it’s nice to be noticed, you know? I’ve been your wingman for how many years and I’ve not once been hit on. Charlotte thinks it’s fucking hilarious.”
    “Speaking of,” I say, nodding toward the entrance.
    Charlotte struts toward us like she’s walking on a Paris runway. She flips her silky, golden hair over her shoulder, aware that every set of eyes in the place is on her. Guys want to shag her, and girls want to kill her. You can see it in the way their eyes narrow as she glides past them. And it’s no wonder. She’s fucking stunning.
    She reaches our table and leans down to kiss Josh before sliding into the seat next to him. “Hey Ryder.” She flashes a grin. “Sorry to hear about your girl. I want to slap the bitch in the face for you.”
    “Thanks,” I chuckle.
    I love Charlotte. She is so not what you’d expect when you think ‘supermodel.’ She’s down to earth, crass, and extremely fun to be around.
    “Looks like you’ve moved on.” She raises her eyebrows at Blondie. “Go, you. Get right back on that horse. Or should I say that ass?”
    “Really, Charlotte?” I groan. How many more