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Without waiting for more of her inaudible words, I headed over to the booth where those handsome men were sitting, and when I reached them, both turned their heads to look up at me.

“Can we help you?” the guy with tattoos covering his arms asked. His weren’t as pretty as Riggs’s who pulled them off nicely. Riggs also had tattoos all over his chest, and I even spotted a few on his stomach when I gave him that blowjob and his shirt rid up.

“Not me, but my friend over there. She’s just been...let’s say dumped, and I wanted her to know that college guys ain’t shit.”

Before I continued, I looked at both their hands to assure there weren’t any wedding rings, and when I couldn’t see any, I smiled. “How about you come keep her some company?”

The guy with tattoos didn’t look too intrigued, but I knew he was just trying to hide his interest.

“How about we give you some attention as well?” he offered, making me laugh softly.

“Of course you can do that,” I told him, turning to his friend with a smile. “She’s a little shy, but if you talk to her long enough, she’ll open up.”

He looked over at Kennedy, then raised a brow. “How old are you girls?” he asked, asking a rightful question.

“Eighteen.”

That was a good enough answer for them, and since they weren’t too old, maybe in their mid-thirties, I figured Kennedy wouldn’t be too timid tonight.

“I’m Valley, by the way, and my friend’s name is Kennedy,” I told them before they got up and grabbed their beers.

“I’m Mason, and this is Derrick,” the one without tattoos said.

“Nice to meet you,” I told them with a sweet smile, then I walked over to the booth Kennedy was waiting at.

“Kennedy, this is Mason and Derrick. They’re gonna keep us company,” I said, sitting back into the booth with Derrick quickly scooting in next to me.

Just what I wanted.

Mason to give Kennedy all his attention.

“How you doing, Kennedy?” he asked her with a gentle smile.

He was a more easy-going guy, whereas Derrick had a good chance of taking me home tonight.

But although I wouldn’t mind spending the night with him, I couldn’t get Riggs out of my mind.

He left a mark last night, and my knees were still shaking every time I thought about him.

So I decided that flirting with Derrick was as far as I’d go tonight.

It seemed as if Kennedy really liked Mason, and the more they talked and laughed, the closer they got to each other.

I knew it wouldn’t take long for Kennedy to enjoy the attention of an older guy, and she even took the first step and touched his hand on the table, still holding on to it tightly.

“She’s a sweet girl,” Derrick whispered in my ear as he leaned closer, his hand on my thigh.

“She is. Your friend likes her,” I pointed out, turning to look at him.

I knew he wanted to take this somewhere else, but I didn’t feel like betraying Riggs, even though I had two men waiting for me later tonight.

I had to be home by midnight to get on my webcam and see first Frank, then Daryl.

“Something tells me you’re the exact opposite,” he murmured, his hand moving further up and pushing my skirt back.

“You wouldn’t be too far from the truth,” I admitted. “But I’m sorry I have to disappoint you, Derrick. Tonight’s not a good time.”

He looked upset, and the frown between his brows deepened at the realization that he was just sitting here so his friend could get it on with Kennedy.

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