Page 71 of Cougar

“Hi!” she chirps.

“Be ready at seven,” I tell her.

“For what?”

“I’m taking you out.”

“Cam—”

“I’ve waited long enough. We’re going out.”

“We went out a few weeks ago,” she states.

“No, you went out with your friends. I came to make sure you were having fun and took you home so Bass could go home with Lisa. We didn’t go out together.”

“Okay,” she says with a laugh. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a bar called Private Affair. They cater to people like me.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I pay for privacy. I get to eat, drink, dance, and have a conversation with my friends without interruptions or having it posted online.”

“Ah. Don’t they have one in Hollywood? I swear Marcus and I went there before.”

“Yep.”

“Well okay then. Good choice.” I can practically hear her smile through the phone. “I’ll see you at seven.”

Like an excited teenager going on his first date, I toss my phone on the bed and jump in the shower to jerk off. Then I pull on a pair of joggers over my boxer briefs and head to the kitchen.

I stop short and slap a hand over my heart when I find Liam sitting on my couch with a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Good to see you, too, bro.” He raises his beer. “Did you forget we have a game tomorrow?”

How in the hell did I forget the Tornadoes are playing the Heat tomorrow? “No,” I lie. “Usually you call me when you’re here. I wasn’t expecting to see you sitting in my living room.”

“I did call. You didn’t answer, obviously. I saw your truck in the driveway, so I used my key. You were in the shower for a long time. Happy ending?” He smirks.

I flip him off as I head for the fridge to grab a beer.

“So what’s our plan tonight?” he asks.

“I made reservations at Private Affair.” Luckily I reserved the large booth in case Emerson wanted to invite Bass and Lisa along. At least there would be room for Liam, too.

“Nice.” He backhands me in the stomach. “Make sure you ask Jules to invite some of her hot dancer friends along. I haven’t had sex in months.”

I nearly choke on my beer before looking over at him, shocked.

“What?” He chuckles.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m just not into it.”

“Into sex?”

“Randoms.”

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