Jane and I took the entrance that led directly into the bar, bypassing the ‘wait to be seated’ area that currently was standing room only. Thawing slightly as we entered the warmth of the bar and the crowd of people, I searched for our friend, Kelly Jones. On my tippy toes, I spotted her waving an arm. Always on time, Kelly was the responsible one and the first one to keep the peace when necessary. I’ve nicknamed her the Referee.
“Excuse me,” I said many times as I made my way through the crowd. Bodies bounced off me as I pushed through the packed bar. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned. It was Jane trying to tell me something. I couldn’t hear her because of the noise level and music. A favorite upbeat song played in the background as I cupped my ear and shook my head. Letting her know I couldn’t hear her. I grabbed her hand instead and continued to press my way through the crowd.
We reached our table, and I noticed Lena Holmes had not arrived yet. Kelly explained she had just received a text from her. Lena, I secretly referred to as the Bitch, was meeting a couple of guys from work in the seating area. Kelly said she should be here anytime now.
I was about to ask who the guys were... when Kelly noticed my hand, “Good god, what happened to your hand?”
“It’s nothing,” I replied as I picked up a glass of water on the table. It was still red, but the pain had subsided to a dull ache, and my fingers seemed to be functioning well.
“She punched a guy because he stole our parking space...” Jane explained excitedly. Kelly put her hand to her mouth in astonishment, her large brown eyes stared at me in disbelief. Jane leaned closer to Kelly and added, “And this guy and his friend, oh my god, they were so hot. I mean serious panty melting hot. My panties are still wet!” She laughed.
And probably frozen from the long walk we took in twenty-degree weather, I thought. I shook my head and rubbed my knuckles after setting down the glass. Where was the waitress, I needed a real drink?
“Beth, what happened after you punched the guy?” Kelly asked, but we were interrupted by the lovely bitch’s arrival, Lena.
“Hey, guys! And happy birthday Jane!” We all looked up as Lena stood in front of us with two very tall, familiar, drop-dead gorgeous males.
I closed my eyes as pain traveled through my jaw from clenching my teeth too hard. Incredibly, there, in front of us, stood the guy I had just recently punched in the face and his friend, known as the panty melters, but to me, Dick and Dick’s friend. My eyes scanned to his lower jaw, still a bit of red. Good. Seeing that I took an interest in his jawline, the Dick rubbed at it while grinning. His blue eyes were bright with humor.
“This is Jake Spruce,” Lena said as she introduced the Dick, “and Kevin Taylor. The guys I told you about from my office.” She reminded us with a deep red-lipsticked smile just a couple shades darker than the color of her long curly hair.
Our dear, slutty, friend, Lena, worked at an engineering firm. She’d been there over a year now. And how she went on...the non-stop bragging about the hot juicy men she worked with. You’d think human resources only hired GQ models instead of qualified engineers. And she also hinted that she played with some of them. I hadn’t ask what ‘played’ entailed.
Then, at the time, Jane became interested in the topic of hot juicy men and asked Lena to invite some guys to join us for her birthday celebration. Of all the guys in the world, what are the chances of punching a guy, your friend, I use the term lightly, worked with and then have said sexy man show up at a party you are attending? I’d say slight, to almost none, and I mean almost...because here he was standing in front of me.
“We’ve met,” I said dryly giving Dick the stink eye as I rubbed my knuckles again. Lena narrowed her eyes in displeasure to my response, while the Dick’s deep laughter filled my ears. I watched as he grabbed the chair next to me.
Utterly baffled, I asked, “Really? You’re really going to test my civility by sitting next to me?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied, “I really am.” Then winked at me. The warmth of his body oozed from him, sending a shiver down my spine. He noticed and commented in my ear, his heated breath tickling my lobes, “Cold walk?”
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