Page 67 of Famous Last Words
I watch the screen as the dots appear, indicating that he’s typing. But they soon disappear for an extended moment before reappearing. Gone. Back. Gone. Back. And I can only imagine he’s writing some sort of essay. I roll my eyes. I can’t wait for this.
Fuckface: Where are you?
My brows knit together. That was a lot of dots for just three words
Me: Out.
Fuckface: I’m not playing, Keller. Where. Are. You?
Me: Put!
Oh, fuck you autocorrect.
Me: Out!
Fuckface: Are you drunk?
Me: Not nearly drunk enough.
Fuckface: Who are you with?
Me: Hopefully the bartender by the end of the night.
I wait for his reply but nothing comes. Not even the dots. On one hand, I can’t help but mentally pat myself on the back.Ha, take that, jerk!But, on the other hand, I don’t mistake the dip of disappointment in my chest, my shoulders falling on a resigned sigh at the thought that he doesn’t care.
I tuck my phone back into my purse after a few more minutes of radio silence, finishing the rest of myMaximus specialin one go.
Twenty minutes later and I’m settled at the bar again, hooked on every word Maximus says as he leans on the counter so close, I’m inundated by his intoxicating scent.
“This is just a side-gig,” he explains with a nonchalant shrug of one of his beefy shoulders, his devastating grin seemingly taunting me. “I work construction during the day.”
As if my gaze has a mind of its own, my eyes trail down over his broad shoulders, zeroing in on those bulging biceps. Did I mention he’s hot?
“What about you, beautiful?” He tips his chin at me. “What do you do with yourfineass?”
I giggle again. Like a fucking imbecile, I giggle. Because I can’t remember the last time a man openly and unabashedly flirted with me like this. The sheer look of sex in his gaze is almost enough to melt my panties right off.
“I work in real estate,” I say with a shy smile because the intensity of his stare is overwhelming.
Maximus nods, but just as he’s about to speak, he settles on something over my head, brows knitting together.
And it’s at that precise moment I feel something hard press up against me from behind, causing my heart to slam against my ribs as one tattooed hand comes to rest on the counter beside me, before another tattooed hand lands on the counter on the other side me, effectively caging me in.
Frozen in place, my skin prickles as lips skate against the shell of my ear causing me to shudder in the best possible way.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing…baby?” His voice is a low growl meant only for me, and I swear, I’m not even breathing right now.
“Hey, you’re Robbie Mason!” Maximus, the stupid traitor, straightens, eyes suddenly all hearts as he gawks incredulously at the overwhelming presence behind me.
“The one and only,” Robbie says smugly, moving one hand from the bar and placing it low on my waist. “And I see you’ve met mygirlfriend.”
I notice Maximus’s face fall, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t funny. I’d probably laugh if I weren’t so pissed off right now. Pissed off and horny, because holy shit, I can practically feel Robbie’s dick pressing against my ass, and maybe I’m more drunk than I first thought, but I’m pretty sure he’s hard right now.
“Oh, I-I didn’t—” Maximus glances at me before forcing a tight smile at Robbie, holding his hands up in surrender. “Robbie, man. Let me grab you a drink. Anything you want. On the house.”
Great, so it seems Maximus is nothing more than a Robbie Mason fanboy, because of course he is.
“Nothing for me, thanks,bud,” Robbie says with a dismissive wave of his hand, before leaning in closer and wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Gotta get my girl home.”
