God, I can still taste him. He’s all over me and I don’t know if I can stand it. The words he said, how my body reacted when he touched me, when he kissed me…
I want him. But I don’t. He’s put me through hell and back and with one glimpse of him and a few whispered words, I’m lost.
Drew Callahan is my absolute weakness. Like a drug I can’t get enough of. He’s my addiction and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not looking to kick that particular habit anytime soon.
Slipping inside the room, I see Jen standing in the corner closest to the door by herself. T must’ve left and I feel like immediate crap.
“Are you okay?” she asks me as I approach.
Jen’s low-spoken question pulls me out of my Drew-addled head and I offer her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Just…tired.”
“The guys are leaving.” She studies me, her dark gaze careful. “I heard about what they said. They’re ass**les, Fable. Don’t let them bother you.”
Great. So they were still talking about how much of a slut I am. In front of my new coworker and potential friend. “Maybe what they said is true.” I square my shoulders and stiffen my spine. Trying for defiant and probably failing miserably.
“I don’t care.” Jen shrugs. “Who am I to judge?”
I think I could like this girl. Could possibly consider her a friend, and I don’t remember the last time I had a close female friend.
We watch as the guys stroll out of the room, the majority of them offering us leering stares as they pass. The birthday boy is the only one who shoots us a semi-apologetic look when he approaches, then slaps a one-hundred-dollar bill into my palm and another one in Jen’s simultaneously.
Well. That made the insufferable evening a little more worth it. Just barely.
“We’re continuing the party elsewhere. This place has turned into a drag.” Ty stops directly in front of me, blowing his beer breath in my face. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Wanna come with us? Bring your friend? We’ll show you both a good time, I promise.”
“Screw off, jackass,” Jen mutters, startling Ty.
And me.
Grinning, I tilted my head toward her. “You heard the lady. See ya later.”
He glares at us for a long, quiet moment, his nostrils flaring before he flees the room, leaving us completely alone.
“What a jerk,” Jen says, shaking her head. “I can’t believe he’s so….”
“Blatant? Rude?”
“All that, wrapped up in disgusting slimeball. What a waste.”
“What do you mean?” I start cleaning up the room, as does Jen.
“He’s not bad looking. A complete waste of a handsome face.” She shrugs. “The bigger ass**les are usually the really good-looking ones, I’ve noticed.”
She has a valid point.
Colin strides into the room, his gaze alighting on me as if he’s been searching for me for days. “Who’s the guy you were talking to?”
I’m taken aback by his question, the tone of his voice. “What does it matter?” I ask warily.
Jen’s watching us, I can see her out of the corner of my eye. I really don’t want to be having this conversation with her as a witness.
“Jen, could you give us a few minutes of privacy? Why don’t you help out in the bar for a bit?” Colin suggests, his gaze never leaving mine.
She leaves without a word, and we’re alone. The noise from the restaurant dims and I shift on my feet, waiting for the axe to fall. He’s going to fire me, I can sense it. And on the very day I finally felt comfortable enough and gave notice at La Salle’s.
I bet I could beg for my old job back if I had to.
“I don’t like having old boyfriends sniffing around my restaurant staff in a proprietary manner,” Colin says.
His words startle the crap out of me. “Old boyfriends? Who are you talking about?”
“The guy I caught you with outside. He told me he’s your boyfriend.”
My lips part but nothing comes out. I’m still so disgusted by what Ty said to me and Jen, I thought at first Colin was talking about him. But he was referring to finding Drew and me together outside. Drew’s arms around me, holding me close, kissing me. “Not anymore,” I finally say because as far as I’m concerned, we’re not together. We never really were.
But Drew said he was my boyfriend? This…baffles me.
“Well, maybe you should explain that to him. Last I saw, he was still hanging around outside. Almost like he’s waiting for you.” The disgust on Colin’s face is clear. He doesn’t want to deal with my personal problems lingering around his business. Not that I can blame him.
I feel like an absolute screwup.
“I’m sorry. Do you mind if I go see if he’s still around? I can tell him to leave.” Such a weak excuse. I just want to catch a glimpse of him again.
“By all means, get rid of him.” Colin waves a hand toward the door.
I start to go but he stops me, grabbing hold of my arm before I exit the room. “If this becomes a problem, you become a problem. You do realize this, right?”
I nod, embarrassment making me want to run. But I face him head-on, my gaze meeting his. I want him to know I’m not about to risk my job over a guy. They’re so not worth it. “I understand. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Better not.” His voice gentles, as does his touch, and he slowly releases his hold on my arm. “I like you, Fable. I don’t want to have to lose you because of your personal problems.”