Page 41 of Twisted Revelations

D and Beverly had come to terms with their friendship and were having the time of their lives, laughing up a storm.

Laura was in her element, attracting beautiful women’s attention. D would shake his head at me every time he noticed my pinched brow or the evil glares I attempted but failed to hide.

However, when the lady pouring the wine decided to flirt with me instead of Laura, I noticed her tight expression and stiff posture right away. I entertained the woman, aiming to sharpen the sting in Laura’s stalking gaze.

“Is that enough? I can give you more if you want it,” the blonde pouring my red wine questioned playfully before giggling. The name tag that sat on her over-inflated chest displayed her name was Karen.

I tilted my head, taking the time to allow my gaze to travel along her long legs and lean body. She was young, mid-twenties, and used to men flirting with her.

“If he wanted more, he would have asked for it,” came Laura’s voice when Karen leaned in closer to me with a ready smile. Laura tossed her linen across the floor, her gaze locked on the woman. “Now, be a good bitch and go fetch you a bone someplace else.” Her tone was sharp enough to nick an artery and deadly enough to commit mass murder.

Karen’s face turned beet red before she dropped the bottle and dashed away. Beverly and D had paused their conversation, their heads volleying between Laura and me.

“Were you born that rude?” My easy tone drew Laura’s gaze from Karen’s retreating back. “She was only doing her job.” The woman was an afterthought. I was more intrigued by Laura’s behavior. She rocked a finger back and forth between us.

“She didn’t know if you were with me or not, yet she was willing to risk disrespecting me to openly flirt with you.”

“She has a point,” Beverly stated as D glared at me, but kept his mouth shut.

“You do have a point, Laura. But, you’ve flirted with the bread lady, and the salad lady slipped you her number,” I pointed out. I kept to myself I had noticed her eyeing every pair of tits and ass in the place as well.

“He has a point,” Beverly teased, her hand covering a smile. Laura turned her lip up at her friend before aiming her gaze back at me.

“That’s beside the point. It was disrespectful,” she proclaimed, her sharp words flung in my direction. I nodded before taking a sip of my wine to conceal my smile. Was she jealous? I hoped like hell that she was.

Minutes later, two men approached, carrying large trays on their shoulders that contained our orders. I was grateful for the distraction. D and Beverly jumpstarted the conversation and Laura eventually ditched her attitude. However, I noticed she didn’t flirt when the bread girl returned with a bright expectant smile in her direction.

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