Page 3 of My Rules

“When’s her expiry date?” Antony asks.

“Must be coming on soon, surely,” Hen replies.

Rebecca laughs out loud at the other end of the table, and my stomach flutters.

Cut. It. Out.

Rebecca Dalton is as far from my type as physically possible, a good girl who’s still in the trenches as she gets over her marriage breakdown. Her husband cheated on her with his secretary.

What a fucking idiot.

“Well?” Henley asks, interrupting my thoughts once more.

“What?” I glance over to him.

He raises his eyebrow in question. “Cindy’s expiry date?”

“Oh ...” I sip my beer. “I don’t know. She’s not Mrs. Grayson, that’s for sure.”

“Nobody will ever be Mrs. Grayson,” Ant chips in.

“What makes you say that?” I ask.

“The kind of women you like.” Antony widens his eyes, and Henley chuckles.

“Fuck off.” I sigh, unimpressed. “We can’t all be fucking boring like you two.”

He’s nailed it in one ... there probably won’t be a Mrs. Grayson. I can’t help that I have a definitive type, and if I could change it, I would.

I like the bad girls, the ones with sexual stamina who can fuck as well as I can.

As much as I want them to, innocent women do nothing for me.

If I do end up on a date with one, I find myself glancing at my watch all night, wishing for it to be over.

Rebecca stands, and my eyes drop to her defined quad muscles in her minidress. I sip my beer as I imagine them around my ears.

“You’re drooling,” Henley mutters under his breath.

I snap my eyes away, rattled at being caught. “Fuck off.”

“You need to make a move already,” Antony whispers.

“I’m not making a move.” I sip my beer again as I watch her walk to the bar. “We’re not like that.”

“Well, while you’re not being like that, she’s going to fuck her ex out of her system with every Tom, Dick, and Harry,” Henley replies. He taps his bottle with mine and winks sarcastically. “It’s going to be fun to watch you watch her.”

“Fuck you.”

I clench my jaw. I hate the thought of her sleeping around, but there’s no way around it; I know she needs to do it. She’s only ever slept with one man before, and as her friend I want her to have fun and experience the world.

“You’re an idiot,” Antony mutters under his breath. “Someone’s going to steal her right out from under you.”

“Only she isn’t under him.” Henley winks.

“You know what this is?” Antony replies.

“Karma.”

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