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I waved my hand like a wand over the club—theenvironment itself, with the ear-splitting music, the alcohol, the rolling clouds of competing cologne, the scandalously dressed women—and asked, “Do you meet all your girls here?”
“Some,” he answered with a shrug.
“So where is she?”
He checked his watch. “She'll be here in a little while.”
“You don't sound very excited,” I said. “Youshouldbe. You're about to get laid. And what if you met this Kara girl, and she blows you away in every regard? What if she's yourdreamgirl? Would you want to date her? Like a steady girlfriend?”
Ryan chuckled. “I wouldn't count on that happening.”
“Why not?”
“I don't wanna think about all that right now!” he shouted. “And it's too loud in here to talk! Hey, c'mon, let's dance.”
I didn't even have a choice. His giant hand swallowed mine right up, and then a split second later he was leading me on a charge right to the dance floor instead.
God.
Just like that, he could shrug off any questions he didn't like, and skip right to what he really cared about:having fun.He was kind of charming in a horrible way—if you could look past the womanizing, anyway …
Chapter 13
Not My Type
Radar
Kara ended up being late. Not that I minded—Ella and I were having a blast justdancing with each other. Andafter a second round, and then a third round of drinks, we were really letting loose.
With my hands spanning Ella's waist, I tried not to think about Lance, or the absolute fit he'd throw if he could see me with his sister. Her arms around my neck. The two of us moving together, eyes locked on each other, the music bringing our bodies closer and closer together.
The tops of her glowing breastsjiggled and bounced in her dress,I couldn't help myself. Ihadto look.
She caught me stealing a glance. She gasped and wagged her finger in my face.
“Iseeyou staring, you know!” she shouted over the music.
“I can't help it. That dress is such a lovely color on you.”
“Oh, please.”
“No, really. The green matches your eyes, and it really brings out the red in your hair. It's the perfect color on you, actually.”
I meant every word of that.
“I'm not dumb, Radar, you were looking at mytits.”
“Yeah. Yeah I was.” I smirked, and since the cat was already out of the bag, I stole another peek. “Your tits look great, too.”
She slapped my cheek, but only lightly. “Stop it, you perv. My eyes are up here. And Lance would kill you if he heard you say that, by the way.”
I gave a serious nod. “I know. But I still meant what I said about the color of your dress.”
Her eyes fluttered with doubt, like she wasn't convinced it was a genuine compliment.
“Are you always this cheesy when you're trying to woo some club girl?” she asked.
“Nah. If anything, I'm kind of a dick to them.”
