Page 21 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 5
Chance
I watch her ass as she walks away, leaving me on the dance floor. It is a really fantastic ass. It’s too bad I’m going to be tied up for a while with Alex’s snooty bitch of an ex, or I might try something with Remi. There’s always time, I’m not going anywhere. Not that I’m looking for a relationship, just a good time.
I turn to head back and see a stacked blonde standing in front of me.
“Did your date abandon you?” she asks, her lips pursing into a small pout, as if she’s feeling sad for me.
“She did indeed. Care to keep me company until she returns?” I ask, gesturing to the dance floor. We finish out the song with me keeping a more demure distance and classic stance, and her trying to rub up against me in a way that is most definitely not lacking in suggestion or intent.
When the song ends, I make my way to the table. Ethan is there, looking a little forlorn.
“You okay, man?” I grab my bourbon and take a seat next to him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Hey - you played a good game the other day, sucks you guys lost.”
“Thanks, man,” I say. “We’re not very good, but all we can do is try, right?”
“I hear you.”
“Does Matthews play too?” I ask of Kat’s new fiance’ not sure if I want him to or not.
“Not anymore. He spends most of his free time with Kat now, but he’ll come back to it, I’m sure.”
I nod in response, satisfied with that answer. I take a drink of my bourbon and look out over the dance floor. I see Kat and Matthews dancing, her with eyes closed and head leaning against his shoulder, content smile on her face; him looking down at her like he’s got all the riches in the world right there in his arms.
I’ve gotten over my general dislike of the guy, for the most part. It helps to see Kat so happy with him. I had the hots for her for a while the first time we worked together. Hard not to, she’s the whole package: smart, funny, gorgeous, determined, self-assured.
Kind of like Remi.
It also helps to see that he appreciates what he’s got. I may not be the right guy when it comes to relationships, been there done that, got the hell away from it. But I can recognize the value that they bring to some people’s lives.
Just like I can recognize that Ethan has the hots for Lexie. He wants to shackle her to his bedpost, pump her full of baby gravy, and sign life away as he knows it. Right on the dotted line. I’m watching him keep an eagle eye on her as she twirls around the dance floor with the Chief. And just like with Alex before, I feel the need to say something to make this guy feel better. What is it with all this sentimental bullshit going on in my head?
“He’s not competition.”
“What?” Ethan turns to me, the expression on his face one of confusion.
“The Chief, he’s not your competition with Pinky.”
“Pfft. I know that,” Ethan says. “I mean not that it matters. Lexie and I are just friends.”
“But you want more?”
“More what?” Remi asks as she approaches the table with a fresh martini in her hands. I try to remember how many that makes for her. Two? Three? I stand and pull her chair out for her.
“Why thank you, how very chivalrous of you.” She plants her ass on the seat. I feel a little jealous of the cushion as I help her scoot in. Acknowledging, and not for the first time tonight, it’s just that dress that’s between it and what I’m sure is sweet and creamy goodness between her legs.
I grunt, trying to get the thought back out of my head.
“And, the Neanderthal returns,” Remi scoffs, rolling her eyes.
Wonderful, my favorite reaction from her. Didn’t her mother ever tell her that her eyes will get stuck like that if she keeps rolling them?
“I wasn’t… never mind.”
“So, E.” Remi turns to face Ethan. “What is it that you want more of? Or do I already know?” She smiles, winks, and gestures toward the dance floor where Pinky is still dancing with the Chief. A fast song now, where both are twisting and twirling to the beat.
