Page 19 of Hot Doggin'
Mac whistles. “Wow, you set the bar real high. Maybe that’s what your problem is.”
“No, that’s not my problem. I’m not getting duds, I’m just not getting any applicants at all.”
Not completely true. I notice women looking at me, checking me out, sending out blatant signals. I just don’t act on them most of the time because if Mac doesn’t have a date, then I don’t want one either. Plus, he tries to be positive about it, but he gets a little pissy whenever I hook up.
He chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, well, until we meet these hypothetical queens, at least you’ve got me.”
Damn right I do. I flag the waiter for another round. “Lucky me,” I tease sarcastically.
Over at the bar, I spot a brunette, looking lovely in her tight jeans and pretty blouse, hair and makeup all done up right.
“Check it out,” I tell him, sliding my eyes to the bar. He follows my line of sight and grins.
When our server approaches, I point her out. “Tell the lady at the bar her drinks are on us. And ask her if she’d like to join us.”
We watch as the waiter approaches her, explaining about her drinks being comped, and pointing to us. She giggles, like maybe she’s into it. I wave, and she smiles, waving back.
“Be cool,” he warns me as she approaches, drink in hand.
“When am I not cool?”
He snorts, giving me a knowing look just before she reaches us.
“Thanks for the drinks. I’m Angela.”
Angela with an A? Fuck no. McCormick can have her.
Over the next hour, we get to know Angela a little better. She’s a hostess and shares a townhouse with roommates. She laughs at most of McCormick’s stupid jokes, so I know she’s hooked because he’s not that funny. Angela gives me lots of side glances, like she’s checking me out without trying to be obvious.
We’ve got a good vibe going, and McCormick seems at ease, which is all that really matters to me. He brings his A game—flirting, being slick, throwing out compliments, and giving her little touches here and there. I’ve heard all of his lines, seen him play every one of his games firsthand, and when Mac gets going and hits his stride, he’s a sexy bastard. For a guy who trips himself up constantly, he sometimes has a smooth tongue.
Angela’s attention seems pretty evenly divided between the two of us, and I can’t figure out her game. “So, which one of us are you interested in going home with?” It’s best to find out before I have to buy her another drink.
Angela smiles coyly, placing her manicured hand on Mac’s arm while sliding her foot up my calf under the table. “Why should I have to choose just one? Can’t I have you both?”
Aw, fuck. I should’ve seen that coming. We’ve shared the same room once or twice, but we had separate partners. Mac and I have never shared the same girl at the same time. My heart stutters. If I say no, she might call the whole thing off. Mac gives me a pleading look and my heart starts beating again. How can I say no? He needs this.
“Sounds good.”
Mac smiles, looking relieved and excited. Angela giggles. I pay the tab as I wonder what the hell I just agreed to.
Angela follows us back to McCormick’s place. “You good?” I ask, checking in with him. I want to know where his head is at.
“Yeah, she seems nice. You think she’s gonna freak when she sees my leg?”
I fucking hate that he has to ask that. That it’s the first thing on his mind. “If things get that far, maybe just don’t pull your jeans down all the way. Just scrunch them down your hips and let her ride you.”
“Yeah, that’ll work.” He constantly checks the rearview mirror to make sure she’s still following. “Which one of us is going first?”
“First?” He sounds clueless, and it dawns on me. “Mac, she wants us both.At the same time.”
He looks stunned. “Is that what she meant?”
“Yeah. Look, if this is weird, we can just?—”
“No!” In the light of the street lamps we pass, I can make out his throat working as he swallows. “It’s fine. Right? We’ll just take turns. Battle buddies.”
Battle buddies? Not in this battle.“We’ll figure it out. I think she’s really into you. You got this.”
