Page 59 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

“Oh Butch,” Elle says. “Did you hit on Gabi or Izzy? It happens so much. Don’t feel bad.”

He growls—his eyes still locked into mine. “I’ll give you half of my chips, but I guarantee all of these other guys have done it. Come on, gentlemen. You know you’ve been there.”

All of the guys shake their heads.

“Mason, step up,” Butch says, turning to him. “How about that Chili’s waitress in Virginia?”

“Kit said hit on and been rejected by,” Mason says. “If I remember correctly, she did not reject me.”

Millie looks at the sky. “Have you ever been rejected by anyone? I mean, maybe just one person?”

“Baby,” Mason says, nuzzling her neck. “If I remember correctly, you rejected me several times before you finally gave in.”

Butch looks at Alex and Nash. “At least one of you has hit on and been rejected by a lesbian.”

Alex leans back in his chair, his legs spreading wide. “I’ve never been rejected by anyone, so all you, Butch.”

“Fuck you,” Butch says. “Come on, Nash. Save me here.”

“I’ve been rejected a few times,” Nash says. “I’m not sure if they were lesbians, though.”

“Well if they weren’t into you,” Butch says, “they definitely had to play for the other team, right?”

“Yeah,” Nash says, nodding. “That’s probably as good of an explanation as any.”

“Oh my God!” I say, glaring at Nash. “Either be on my side or stay out of it.”

“If only I could stay out of it, Kit,” Nash says, sighing. “If only I could.”

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