Page 30 of Imperfections Seduced
Chris laughs and finishes off his drink before answering. “Man, I didn’t smash her, so I don’t care which one of you got there first. You’re talking about old ass from high school that probably looks like the crypt keeper now. Look at all these fine-ass women in here. You guys can keep talking about Megan, but I’m going to get me another drink and that fine-as-hell girl dancing over there.”
I watch him make his way through the crowd. He’s right, the girl on the floor looks attractive, at least from the back. He better enjoy himself before my cousin gets here.
Shawn asks if we want another drink from the bar since he’s headed in that direction. We shake our heads. “Nah, I’m good for now.”
“Gentlemen, I see a damsel in distress that needs my immediate attention.” Shawn takes a shot of his Patron and grunts. “As an officer of the law, I’m fully qualified to handle that.”
I watch him walk off, leaving me and Matt at the table.
“You the man these days, I hear your legal expertise is in high demand,” Matt says over the music with the empty beer bottle in his hand.
“I’m not doing bad.”
“Understatement. Own your success, I’m happy for you. When we were young we did some crazy shit. I never thought you would follow in your father’s footsteps.”
“Well I never really thought about it. It wasn’t my intentions to become a lawyer. I took a law class freshman year and I liked it. The only reason I was so good at it was because I was a paid intern every summer and one weekend a month at my father’s law firm, whether I liked it or not.”
“Yeah, I remember that—you hated it. Every chancewe got we rubbed it in your face; while we were hanging by the pool by noon every day, you were slaving away in an office, running errands and shuffling paper.”
“Yeah, I remember that, but look at me now.”
“I’m going to admit it, you the man. So do you get extra perks from your female celebrity clientele? You can tell me.”
“Nah, it’s not like that, strictly business. I don’t date my clients; too complicated.”
“Nick, you haven’t changed since high school. I think that’s the reason you got so many girls.” Still holding the bottle, he grins, pointing to me across the table. “You never talked about the girls you hooked up with, but we knew you did.”
“Not my style. I leave it up to the discretion of the woman. What about you, what have you been up to?” I don’t hear a word he says, because from across the room I see Ava. Then I get a good look at Cat, when she steps up beside her in an emerald green backless halter dress barely covering her breasts and her ass. What the fuck is she wearing? I can’t believe she came out on the street dressed like that.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” I don’t wait for him to respond. I bolt up from the chair and cross the room to her before some dumb ass tries to talk to her.
She barely has any freaking clothes on. I’d be surprised as hell if she doesn’t catch a severe case of walking pneumonia. “Where the hell are the rest of your clothes? Did you forget them at home?” I swear if she leans over tonight in this thing, her breasts are going to drop out and stand at attention.
“Well, hello to you, too. You look nice. Do you want a drink, rum and coke, a beer?
That’s what you should have said.”
She’s smiling up at me sweetly while she’s talking, but I know she’s upset. I don’t care. She obviously doesn’t know the power of her body and the effect a dress like that has in a room full of men, especially me.
“Don’t get smart with me.”
“You’re not my father.”
“Did he see what you left the house in? I’m sure he would have said the same thing.”
“I don’t need my father’s permissionor yoursto wear whatever the hell I want to.”
“Is that so?” I say, looking at her from head to toe.
“Yes, it is. If I want to wear this dress up around the crack of my ass in nothing but the thong I have on, that’s my business.”
I’m so pissed off I can’t talk. If I do, the next words out of my mouth are going to set fireworks off with us staring each other down the tensions so thick.
“I think she looks hot,” Ava offers.
“Of course you would. Look at what you’re wearing; it’s worse than what she’s wearing!”
“Wow, Nick, really?”
