Page 10 of Best Friends
“Ha. That’s a good one.” I shake my head, then take another sip of my drink. The heat of his leg next to mine is definitely distracting.
A pretty blonde omega comes wandering up, and big surprise, she stops next to Malcolm. She’s hot: big boobs, curvy hips, long tanned legs. Pretty face too, full lips and bright blue eyes. She runs red-tipped fingers through her long blonde hair and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” she asks, smiling coyly at Malcolm when he turns to look at her.
“It’s definitely you,” he says in a flirtatious tone.
“Yeah?” She puts her arm around his shoulders and all but bats her lashes at him. “You like what you see?”
He grins at her blatant flirtation and slips his arm loosely around her waist. “What’s not to like?”
“Ooh,” she coos. “You’re a smooth one. Are you smooth all over?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Malcolm says.
“There’s only one way to know for sure,” she says softly. “I’ll have to get you out of your clothes and do an inspection.”
Malcolm chuckles. “Now it’s definitely hot in here.”
I grit my teeth, annoyed by their back and forth. Malcolm never sits at the bar that he isn’t hit on. This chick is no different from a hundred others who’ve made a play for his attention. But tonight, the irritation I feel at their flirting is off the charts. I realize it’s unreasonable of me to care whether Malcolm flirts with a girl. It isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last. Still, their playful banter is getting under my skin.
I remind myself that he’s my best friend, nothing more. His sex life is none of my business. In fact, I should worry about myself. I should try to find a girl to screw tonight, instead of worrying about who my friend might fuck.
Forcing myself to disengage from Malcolm and the blonde girl’s conversation, I scan the immediate area. There are a few girls at a nearby table who are very pretty, and one of them even smiles at me. I smile back but stay where I am. I struggle to drum up enough enthusiasm to go talk to her. Making small talk just to get a girl in bed seems so tiring right now. I give Malcolm and the blonde girl an irritable glance, and when I look away I accidently meet Cheyenne’s gaze in the mirror behind the bar.
She meets my ill-tempered gaze and arches one brow. “Everything okay?” she mouths.
Embarrassed she caught me scowling at Malcolm and his newpal, I shrug and turn my attention to my beverage. Hopefully Cheyenne will just think I’m in a grumpy mood because of work. The last thing I need is for her to figure out I’m jealous of Malcolm and that omega. That would be humiliating and it’s also completely illogical. He’s myfriend. That’s it. I have no right at all to feel possessive of him.
Still, every time the girl laughs hysterically at something Malcolm says, or touches him, I clench my jaw. She plays with the hairs on the back of his neck, and it pisses me off. She leans on him, making sure he has a nice view down the front of her blouse, and I want to scream. She’s so blatant, I’m not even sure why he finds her attractive. She’s trying too hard. Isn’t that a turn off? It would be to me.
When the girl gives another obnoxious peel of laughter, followed by Malcolm’s husky chuckle, I pull my leg away from his. Does the guy have no concept of personal space? I haveevery right to sit here without his fucking leg encroaching on my space. How oblivious is he? Would he sit with his leg pressed against Cheyenne’s leg like he always does with me? No. Of course not.
But the minute I move my leg, Malcolm turns his head and frowns at me. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
I meet his gaze, praying I look normal. “Nothing. Who said anything is wrong?”
He narrows his eyes. “Tell me.”
“Dude, nothing is wrong,” I lie. As I finish speaking, I unintentionally meet the gaze of the blonde who’s wrapped around Malcolm like a shawl.
She smiles at me. “Hey, you want me to get you a girl too? I have a bunch of friends here with me tonight. In fact, my friend Jenny already said you were cute. Want me to call her over?”
Dismayed at her offer, I flush and give a shake of my head. “No,” I say curtly. “I’m more than capable of picking someone up if I want.”
She holds up her hands, smiling. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You just seem kind of shy.”
“That isn’t shyness,” Cheyenne chimes in with a laugh. “That’s a hatred of all mankind.”
“Oh.” The girl looks confused. “Well, um, if you change your mind, Jenny likes the silent, broody type.”
“No, thanks.” Does this chick really think I can’t get a girl if I want? She thinks I need her help? I’m so annoyed at that thought you could probably scramble an egg on my cheeks they’re so hot.
Malcolm watches our interaction with a peculiar look on his face. “Yeah, C. can get his own women. You don’t need to help him. He does just fine in that department.”
“Exactly.” I scowl.
“I was just trying to help.” The blonde girl looks pouty.
“Of course.” Malcolm smiles at her, once more slipping his arm around her waist. “It was sweet of you to offer.”
