Page 6 of Forgotten Comeback
A pair of petite and perky tits. Not sure whose those belong to.
Who wouldn’t?
I open another message.
You have what I need.
Pussy lips spread wide. No clue who that vulva belongs to.
You know I do.
My scroll of doom continues as I open a picture of a full-body nude, the camera hiding the woman’s face. Couldn’t she give me a better hint?
Wyd?
Sadly, not you.
Bubbles appear, and with relief, I open the message from John.
Sorry about that. My meeting went long. Let’s huddle up next week.
I’m about to lay into him for wasting my damn time, but considering my bad behavior from earlier, I’m quick to agree.
No problem.
I go to pocket my phone, but another message appears.
Fuck you!
Middle finger. Hey, I know those nails!
It’s Brit. Or is it Bree?
Dammit, I give up.
Chapter
Two
Taylor
I peruse The Diamond bar’s drink menu, acting like I don’t have this list memorized. I’ve been hanging out here after every shift, hoping I’ll run into my crush. Admittedly, there’s a fine line between serendipity and stalking; I’m hoping to keep my manicured toes on the serendipitous side.
“What can I get you? Oh, hey, Taylor.” Mia smiles brightly.Yay, she remembers my name!“You finished with your shift?”
“Yes, thank God. It was one of those nights.” An unruly player got a little too handsy with me, which got him a lifetime ban from the casino.
“I feel you. There was a bachelor party in here earlier.” She rolls her eyes.
“Oh, there’s nothing worse,” I commiserate.
“Right? No manners, terrible pickup lines, and crappy tippers. The bright side is I’m about to clock out.”
“Any plans?”
“Actually, I’m about to head to a party. You want to join? My friend scored tickets but had to bail at the last minute.”
Play it cool.
