Page 74 of Wicked Me
She slid one of the bottles across the tabletop to a girl with chunks of black hair hanging over one side of her head. Both she and the curvy redhead beside her stared open-mouthed at the two of us. While they filled their ogling quota for the day, I snagged the other beer.
So I guessed we were staying. Maybe Hill wouldn’t notice.
“Hey, you’re underage,” Paige said, then her gaze dipped down to my guzzling throat. The swirling lights intensified the blush in her cheeks. She wiggled in her seat, and I could guess what she was thinking. But we didn’t have time for me to join in on those naughty thoughts.
The girl with black hair finally snapped her mouth shut and cocked her head at me. “This must be Sam.”
“This is Charlotte and Nicole,” Paige said, pointing at the girls. “They’re interns with me.”
“Nice to meet you.” The one called Charlotte reached a tattooed arm across the table to shake my hand. For someone who looked like she could blow away in the wind, she sure had a bone-crushing handshake.
“You too,” I said.
“Samwell?” the redhead, Nicole, asked.
“Just...Sam,” I said with a wary look toward Paige.
She grinned and lifted my beer to her mouth. When she finished her long drink, she licked the droplets from the rim and rolled her lips together. My dick instantly responded. I forced back a groan at the torture of sitting next to her. Was she doing this on purpose to drive me insane? Because it was working.
The girls chitchatted, but I couldn’t focus on much of anything but the roar of need inside my blood and the swell in my jeans. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.
It wasn’t until Nicole peered underneath the table that I snapped out of it. Was she checking out my raging hard-on?
“My curiosity was piqued.” She smiled sheepishly. “I needed to see if you have hobbit feet.”
“Uh, no.”
“He’s not a hobbit,” Paige said and patted my shoulder. “His nickname is SamRam, for some reason, but not even his older brother will tell me why that is.”
“That’s a national secret,” I said. “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“I once knew a boy who I swore was a turtle or a dinosaur. I couldn’t decide.” Nicole blinked her bright green eyes in my direction. “I’d like to braid your hair.”
“Uh...” I looked at Paige for some kind of compass in the redhead’s land of crazy, but she just shrugged. “Maybe later. Let’s blow this joint. We can go to my place or somewhere less...” Dangerous? Soul-corrupting? Bursting with a man who could rat me out in front of my girl?
Charlotte played with the label on the beer bottle in front of her. “Less heroin-ish?”
My heart stuttered. I looked at her sharply.“What?”
“Pretty sure I saw two girls snorting up in the bathroom.” She shrugged as if it was no big deal. “Maybe that’s why the cops are outside.”
Paige screwed up her face in disgust. “Okay, yeah, we’re leaving.”
“So soon?” a deep voice asked.
I turned to see a man I’d never seen before standing by our table. He had a muscular build and a square jaw that reminded me of Superman. His gaze kept straying to Nicole across from me, whose hair formed a curtain around the severe blush on her face.
“William!” Charlotte said, batting purple eyelashes at him. She shared a secret smile with Paige. “Fancy meeting you here. Whatever made you decide to come?”
He looked around with barely reserved contempt. “Honestly? This isn’t really my scene.”
“Which is why we were just leaving.” I tried to scoot out of the booth, but his width blocked me.
He didn’t seem to notice, though, because his attention had once again landed on Nicole. “Hi, Nicole.”
She curled in on herself like a roly poly so that her hair completely covered her face.
“Use your talking words, Nicole,” Charlotte hissed.
