Page 53 of Loathe at First Sight

I shouldn’t give a shit about who Liz hangs out with. Yet, as I sit here and watch Jamie coyly set his hand on her thigh, I feel my blood starting to boil.

Next thing I see is him standing up and holding out his hand. When she takes it, he leads her to the dance floor and starts moving with her in his arms.

Where the fuck did this kid learn to dance like that?

I try focus on what Angie is saying. I even nod and try to engage as best I can. But out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jamie dipping Liz and then pulling her close.

I want nothing to do with this woman, so I can’t explain my jealousy, but I’m clutching my beer so hard that I worry I may break the bottle.

I don’t know how much more of this show I can take.

nineteen

Are You Always so Snarky?

Liz

When I first got to Singles Night, I got my fair share of dirty looks and questioning stares. But once everybody started mingling, they all seemed to forget my presence.

I talked to Jack for a while, but it’s not like either of us wants to go home with the other, so we may as well separate and try to find people we are actually interested in.

It didn’t take long after that for Jamie to find me. He’s so young, and I doubt we have much in common. But I bet he has some decent stamina in bed and would be a decent fuck. I haven’t been laid in over a year. I think I’m due.

So, why not Jamie? It’s not like anyone else is clamoring for the chance, and he’s cute.

Interrupting my thoughts, Jamie asks, “Have I told you how good you look tonight?”

He has, but it’s nice to hear as much as he wants to say it. “Thank you,” I tell him with a smile.

We haven’t been talking about all that much. Just trying to get to know each other a little better.

I ask, “What’s it like working for Jack?”

Why the hell am I bringing up Jack right now?

Instinctively, my eyes shoot over to where Jack is talking to some blonde. He seems to be hanging on to her every word.

Jamie responds, “Oh, he’s great. Couldn’t ask for a better dude to show me the ropes and teach me all about working on cars.”

“He seems like he’d be a hardass.”

“I know he comes off that way. I mean, he doesn’t take anyone’s shit, but he also pays well and would go out of his way to help out any of us if we needed it.”

Oh, come on. I’m looking for something that can help me continue with my hate of this man. Yet all anyone has to say about him is overwhelmingly positive.

“Do you want to dance?” Jamie asks.

“You dance?” I ask, surprised.

“Oh, yes, beautiful. I dance.” He holds his hand out for mine.

Although I’m not sure dancing in heels is the best thing for my ankle, I throw caution to the wind and decide to just go with it.

I take his hand, and he leads me over to the floor. Much to my surprise, he starts to lead me around like he knows what he’s doing.

“You can dance,” I tell him.

He grins. “Told you.”

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