Page 29 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“So you’ve met other men.”

Brody lets out a deep, hearty laugh.

“Yes, I have met other men. Several, in fact.”

The server approaches us then, a young woman with a messy, blonde bun piled on top of her head. She smiles warmly at Brody as she speaks.

“Good evening. I’m Alexis, would you like to hear a bit about our seasonal beers on tap or have you already decided on drinks?”

She doesn’t even look in my direction, but Brody only stares at me.

“Lady’s first,” he says and Alexis finally turns to me.

“I haven’t had a chance to look,” I admit. She smirks and I decide to bring out the big guns–literally. I lean forward, allowing my cleavage to be on full display. It’s one of the few things about me that makes other women jealous. I have great tits. “Do you have any good dark beers? Like a milk stout?”

“I think we do. I can ask the bartender what the best one is.”

“Would you? That would be amazing, thank you.” My tone isn’t sickeningly sweet or threatening in any way. Brody doesn’t know me well enough not to be put off by that.

Alexis turns back to my date.

“I’ll take this Wild West IPA,” he says, pointing to the menu.

“Perfect, I’ll put that in and be right back.” Alexis turns on her heel and all but runs to the bar.

“I knew there was something about you,” Brody chuckles when Alexis is out of earshot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raise an eyebrow and cock my head to the side, my heart fluttering with worry. Does he already want to end the date?

“I have three sisters. I’ve seen the tactics women pull out when they’re jealous, but this was different.” He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. God damn, those veiny forearms. How would they look wrapped around my body?

Get a grip, Sophie.I breathe a little easier.

“First, of all,” I glare across the table, but am unable to hide my grin, “I hope you don't think I'm jealous. Second, different, how?”

“I didn't sayyouwere the jealous one. Your confidence is stunning.”

“Careful what you say next.”

He doesn’t back down.

“I didn’t say surprising. I wasn’t lying when I reacted to your photo onKinkRink, but you know that. You know you’re gorgeous.”

“Of course I do. Men say it enough. Women, too.” I refuse to hide my confidence. If he sees it, I’m going to flaunt it.

“I don’t doubt it.” He sits up in his chair. “So what made you respond to my message onKinkRink? I can’t possibly have asked the most interesting question.”

“Itwasthe most interesting question. Most people just ask where I’m from or make it sexual. I liked your profile too.” I smirk. “Tattoos just do something to me. I had to give you a chance.”

“Are you glad you did?”

“Jury’s out. Ask me in a couple hours.”

“Deal,” he chuckles as Alexis returns with his beer.

She sets it down in front of him and turns to me.

“The bartender said the Spitfire is a good milk stout.”

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