Page 42 of Can't Take My Eyes Off You

‘Please,’ Felicity groans. ‘He’s an easy lay and a woman has needs.’

‘Needs that heactuallyprovides for?’ I laugh. ‘Ain’t buying it.’

‘Go get us drinks and I’ll meet you at the bar,’ Dani says, she and Felicity walking away, arm in arm towards this Evan that Felicity is pining over.

As I head towards the bar, I see her, alone, sitting on a stool stirring her drink with a tiny straw. God, she’s gorgeous, as usual. Dressed in a vintage-style black pencil skirt that falls just below her knees, black stilettos (my favorite ones that I bought her), a low-cut white dress shirt, and a badge around her neck.

You can do this, Will. Talk to her. See how she is.

She’s got her back to me, and suddenly her sister, dressed as Wednesday Addams, appears at her side. Bianca notices me first and of course her face can’t hide the fact that I’m headed their way and Berkley spins on her stool, following her line of sight.

‘Oh,’ she says with a gasp. ‘You came?’ She shoots a glare at her sister.

‘We couldn’tnotinvite him; he’s Bryce’s best friend,’ she defends herself.

‘I suppose all your BFFs aren’t far behind?’ Berkley asks in a snippy voice. That’s when she allows herself to look me over; her eyes fall down my chest, noticing the partially unbuttoned shirt revealing the Superman logo.

‘You came as Clark Kent?’

‘Youcame asLois Lane?’

We stare straight-faced at one another, each waiting for the other’s response before giving our own.

‘I didn’t want to waste money on a costume and I had everything I needed for this one. Plus, I never get to wear these shoes.’ She holds out a foot, displaying the sexiest black stilettos I’ve seen in my life. I fell in love with them the day I bought them and she used to wear them to dressy events we’d go to just because she knew how sexy I think she is in them. If I had to guess, I’d say this was intentional. She expected me to be here just like I did her.

‘You threw that costume together yet I know for a fact that Lois Lane has never been this beautiful.’

She groans. ‘Says the man who likely walked in with an entirely different Lois.’ The smile she’s attempting to keep at bay finally starts to emerge and, lucky for us, the folks lingering around us, Bianca included, disperse, leaving us to talk. ‘By the way, you’re not supposed to call your ex-girlfriend beautiful.’

I sit on the stool next to her. ‘You want me to take it back?’

‘Yes,’ she insists.

‘Can’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘’Cause it’s not a lie. You’re the prettiest girl in the room, Berx. As usual.’

She drops her head, a smile finally shining through. ‘Fine,’ she huffs, her gaze once again meeting mine. ‘Then my only option is to match your “beautiful” and one-up you.’

‘Alright,’ I say with a stupid grin on my face. I can’t wait for this. We haven’t talked in how long and now she wants to match my compliment. Maybe I should be scared here?

‘You make the hottest Clark Kent I ever did see. Handsome, debonair and dashing. If I wasn’t here with an equally handsome man, I think I might want a villain to walk in so you could save my life.’

I chuckle. ‘How about I just save you from the villain you came with? Where is he, by the way? Shouldn’thebe here complimenting you instead of me?’

‘Do I sense a touch of jealousy?’ she asks.

‘I’ll answer that if you do.’

‘Never happening. You are dating the most influential, beautiful woman on the west coast. Why would you be jealous of Alex?’

‘Pfft, you practically have the ability to read my mind, woman. You know exactly why I’m jealous and I know exactly why you are.’

She shakes her head. ‘You know no such thing.’ She lifts her drink, motioning for the bartender to bring her another. ‘It’s ten in the evening; shouldn’t you be slurring your words right now?’

I smirk. ‘Seriously, Berx, Alex Donovan? You know I hate him.’

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