Page 57 of Wingwoman
Josh saluted me. “Yes, ma’am.”
“A date?” Dad grunted.
“Yes, sir,” Josh answered him with way less sarcasm than how he’d addressed me seconds ago.
My spine went rigid. Oh God. Did I just blow Josh’s cover and accidentally break my NDA in my panicked state to get the hell out of this situation?
My dad knew I was a matchmaker of sorts, but he didn’t know the specifics. And he never asked. I sure hoped he wouldn’t put two and two together.
“But not on a date with my daughter?” Dad interrogated.
“No, sir.” Slowly, Josh turned his head to look at me, a sparkle in his eyes. “Not for lack of trying on my part though.”
My jaw nearly cracked against the wood planks on the floor, my eyes wide and panicked. He didnotjust say that.
Leaning down, Josh tenderly pressed his lips to my cheek in the chastest kiss known to man.
I, on the other hand, barely reacted. I stood there, knees locked. Pins and needles threatening to numb my entire body. “Okay!” I said, my spine too stiff. My voice too shrill. “Well, I’ll see you later Josh.”
“Damn right you will.”
As I was walking away from him, my phone pinged with another text. Figuring it was Maggie, I slid my thumb across the screen to open it.
But there in bold text, was a message from Brent.
He texted me for the first time in over a month.
Just like Josh had said he would. Or rather, like he had bet me he would.
And it only said one word:
Brent:
Hey.
Sixteen
JOSH
This was quite easilythe worst date I'd ever been on. Not even the worst date that Hope had set me up on, but the worst dateever. Of all time. In the history of dating.
“But at practice today, Coach said I was the best flier he'd seen on the field since Rosie Muniz. Now that's not to say I'll be promoted to head cheerleader next year, but he made it very clear that if I played my cards right, it was a possibility."
I lifted my half-finished Glenlivet scotch on the rocks and gave it a good swirl, ice clacking against the edge of the glass with a satisfying clink. "I'm pretty sure your coach is expecting a blowjob in exchange for that head cheerleader position,” I muttered.
"I can't believe you said that to me!" If she had been wearing pearls, she would have clutched them.
I snorted, and stared into the amber liquid before tipping it back and finishing the remainder of my fifty dollar pour in one gulp. It burned going down, but that was the whole point wasn't it?
"It's the truth. In the last twenty minutes you told me that this coach has had you over to his housetwicefor dinner when his wife was mysteriouslyout of town.” I threw finger quotes around the words to really hammer home the point. “He always finds reasons to have private meetings with you.Andhe took you shopping."
I set the glass down on the table and leaned forward on my elbows closer to the center of the table. "Men don't like going shopping. We don't like shopping for ourselves. And we definitely don't like shopping for our girlfriends. But we’ll tolerate it if we think it'll get us laid. That's the brutal honest truth. Your boss is looking to get into your pants... Or rather, underneath that short little cheerleading skirt of yours." I fell back into my chair slumping, feeling more defeated than usual with this bad date.
Maybe that was a little harsh, but she needed to hear it. Because if she didn't hear it from me, she was going to learn it the hard way. Real soon, too, if I had to guess. Now at least she could have time to make an informed decision. And choose if she wanted to fuck her way to the top or not without being totally blindsided by him when he inevitably made advances on her.
"Maybe he's just a nice guy! Not all guys are pigheaded pieces of shit like you!”
I shrugged. After all, it really was no skin off my dick whether or not she decided to bone this guy. “You can choose to believe that if it makes you feel better. But I think you're going to learn real quickly that I know men a little better than you do. And trust me, all men have pretty much one thing on the brain at any given point of the day."
