Page 13 of A Touch of Rose

“Um, Nissa?” I whisper, looking around the restaurant. It’s so much fancier than I realized. “I’m dressed for a strip club, but we’re in a fucking palace!”

“You look hot enough to eat, babe,” Nissa says with a wink, looking me up and down like I’m on the menu tonight. I return her suggestive once over. She’s short with dark skin that looks fucking stunning in her canary yellow dress that’s molded to her curves. Her dark brown hair is dyed blonde at the ends, and she styled her ringlets tonight, so they stand out individually.

“If I liked pussy as much as you do, I’d give you a taste, I promise,” I vow, kissing her cheek. “If the world ends, and all the men die, I’ll be your girl,” I tease, making Nissa chuckle. She’s bi, and even though she says it’s not a numbers game, she seems way more into girls than guys as a whole.

“I can hear you,” her boyfriend of four years, Rob, sighs, used to us by now. Used to her. He’s fifty feet tall. Just kidding. He’s like six-nine. The backup goalie to Fallon and as pale as the ice he skates on. Seriously, I’m not sure if he’s ever seen sunlight. His eyes are the lightest blue I’ve ever seen, and his long, pale blond hair looks so soft, that I sometimes wonder if I should ask about his hair care routine.

Nissa grins up at her man like he walks on water, and my heart soars for them both. She adores him, and he is properly obsessed with her. If Nissa wasn’t a good woman, she’d have the kind of control over Rob that most mothers fear their sons will fall victim to. But instead, Nissa wants Rob to fulfill every dream he’s ever had, and in return, he wants the same for her. It's adorably disgusting.

“Oh, come on, baby, you know you’re the only man for me,” Nissa purrs, snuggling up to him, making him smile down at her.

“It’s not the men I’m jealous of,” he chuckles, and I shrug.

“Fair,” I agree, making Nissa shoot me a glare. “What? I’ve seen you in action. Men don’t even make you turn your head, but a woman in a short skirt walks by, and you’re like that cartoon wolf with the bulging eyes,” I tease, making her gasp in mock outrage.

“I am not! I’m much more subtle, thank you very much,” she scoffs, and I wince.

“I mean. Are you, though?”

“I don’t remember asking either of you,” she grumbles, and I lock my arm with hers, leaning into her.

“It’s okay, hun, we both love you for it. It’s very flattering, knowing I’m your type.”

“I’m just lucky to be here,” Rob agrees, making Nissa and I both laugh.

“So, who’s the lucky guy who gets a shot with my best friend tonight?” Nissa asks Rob, making me gasp.

“You’re only just now asking!” My eyes wide as I gape at her.

“You’re lucky I even remembered to come tonight…” Nissa pouts, and I glare at her.

“Using your ADHD as an excuse won’t work this time. What if he’s a murderer!” I whine, and she chuckles.

“He’s not. Have some faith in my boyfriend, please.”

“What if your boyfriend is just trying to finally get rid of me, once and for all?!” I tease. “Admit it. You’ve always been jealous of our love, and you want me gone!” I cry, making Rob snort a laugh.

“Yeah, Rose. I’m jealous my girlfriend likes teasing you, even though it’s my cock she’s choking on–”

“Oh my god, no. Stop!” I yelp, covering my ears as they both laugh at me.

“His name is Nashville. Also plays hockey. First string.”

“Oh, no…” Nissa and I say at the same time.

“He’s on your team?” I cry as Nissa turns to me with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Yeah?” Rob looks between us, and I groan.

“Is it possible that there are two men named Nashville that play hockey for our school?” I beg, and Rob frowns.

“Just the one…” Rob is looking between Nissa and me, clearly confused. “What am I missing?” he asks, and I sigh.

“I need a drink,” I announce, turning to head to the bar, only to walk straight into a firm wall of muscle.

“Got something against hockey players, Candycane?” Nash purrs as he bends forward to whisper in my ear. I get an eyeful of his hard muscles tucked into a tight-as-sin white button-up and black slacks.

“Only one,” I growl, stepping away from the man in front of me.

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