Page 5 of Unfinished

“Look Liam, I understand you have the whole ‘you can’t have me, so you want me’ thing going on, but we live in two very different worlds. I’m not an heiress or whatever, I work at a diner. I’m not planning on coming back here after college either. So, as you can see now, I'm not your type.”

“You just gave me more reasons to pursue you,” I quipped with a grin.

“How drunk are you? Are you on drugs?”

“I’m drunk enough that I wouldn’t drive, not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t do drugs. How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough that I wouldn’t drive, not so drunk that I know I’m not interested in picking anyone up for one night.”

“I’m not interested in one night either, but I’d like to take this night to catch up with you and find out more about you.”

“Right, okay well, this has been great but I think you need to go seek medical help because you’ve obviously damaged your brain somehow.” She sidestepped me and tried to walk away but I was at her back as she made her way through the house to the backyard.

When she walked out the back door again, she scanned the party but I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side of the house where it was quieter.

“Seriously, hang out with me for the night,” I implored. “You’d be doing me a favor really. If I look like I’m busy with you, other women will leave me alone. I promise a great conversation.” I flashed her a smile but my eyes were pleading.

“I don’t know. You have a bit of a reputation, Liam.”

“Just for tonight, let me prove my reputation is wrong. If you still want nothing to do with me after tonight, I’ll leave you alone and never bother you again. I promise.”

She looked up at me under her lashes, contemplating if this was a good idea. She bit her lip, so I gave her a little pout and wide eyes.

“You look like a lost pup,” she laughed, “Fine, I'll rescue you tonight. It looks like my friends are busy anyway.”

“Fantastic,” I exclaimed, and grabbed her hand, "Now we need a quiet spot."

Pulling her along, I walked to the furthest point of the pool. I sat her down in a chair to watch the party but we were far enough away that we could have a conversation without shouting over the music.

“I figured we could people watch while we catch up,” I suggested, sitting down in the chair next to her.

“People watch?”

“Yes, we can guess what people are thinking. Like Bas, who’s talking to the red head, he wants to convince her to sleep with him.” I pointed out Bas and some woman. She was wearing a sheer red top that showed off a black bra and her shorts hung so low you saw the top of her thong.

“She’s going to use him for sex and ditch him, she’s hoping the sex is worth it.” Hannah started shouting to the red head, “Don’t do it honey, your vibrator will get the job done faster!”

I burst out laughing when the girl looked between Hannah and Bas, then walked away from him. Bas turned around and scowled at me as he walked over.

“What the hell? Why’d you do that?” Bas complained, completely confused, and Hannah was cracking up.

I introduced Bas and Hannah and questioned Hannah, “How did you know that?”

“You could tell she was wearing matching underwear. Women only wear matching underwear if they are trying to get laid.” She gave us both a mischievous smile.

“That can’t be legit,” Bas argued.

“How many times have you had a one-night stand where they aren’t wearing matching underwear?” She inquired and both Bas and I looked at each other before turning back to her.

“Are you wearing matching underwear?” Bas had a flirty tone I didn’t like hearing directed at Hannah.

She grinned at him and in a lowered tone, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Bas and I both dropped our jaws and looked at Hannah as she took a sip of her beer.

“You want to come with me to the pool house?” Bas asked, half joking, holding out his hand to her.

“Ew.” Hannah scrunched up her nose and I couldn’t help but snicker.

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