Page 70 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Maybe I shouldn’t ask because questioning him is only going to open me up to the same line of inquiry, but Flynn almost never dates, and his behavior over the last couple of weeks is still so fresh in my mind.

He shrugs and takes a drink of his beer. “It’s kind of a blind date.”

I bark out a laugh. “You? A blind date?”

He nods and offers me a tiny grin. “You know it’s probably my only chance right now.”

I laugh and wave over the bartender to get a drink. I’m going to need alcohol because when my date arrives, we’re going to have a whole lot of explaining to do to Flynn.

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FLYNN

Of all the damn bars in the city, Rachel has to be at this one tonight…

Just my fucking luck.

The girl I love is going to see me with the girl I met online, jerking off.

Sheesh.

God is punishing me.

Father Lafayette would probably be pleased I’m now facing the repercussions of my actions. First, some crazed fan stalks me at work and destroys my car…twice…and now I have to meet up with INEEDSOMED with Rachel standing right here.

But there could be some way to salvage this, or at least make it look not quite so bad. My lie about the blind date seemed to work, and she’s here on a date, too. If I turn the focus on her and away from me, I won’t have to keep lying to the woman who holds my heart about the woman who watches me hold my dick.

I take another sip of my beer. “What about you? Who are you meeting?”

She pulls her lip between her teeth, and her eyes dart back toward the front door. “Just a friend.”

I raise an eyebrow. “A friend? Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

No way.

She’s lying to me, too. I know all of Rachel’s friends, so she would tell me who it was if that’s really who she’s waiting for. It’s a lot more than just a friend. Maybe someone else she’s dating besides Dan.

Why hide him from me?

I’ve met every other guy she’s ever dated pretty much right away, because we’ve always been so concerned that if they find out about our friendship later on, there would be all sorts of jealousy. It’s better to get it out in the open right away. But maybe this is about Dan. A feeling of guilt about seeing someone else when they have a second date planned in only a week.

“Do I get to meet this mystery guy?”

She shrugs. “I guess, if he ever gets here.”

“Think he’s ditching you?”

Her eyes drift over the restaurant again. “Maybe. He’s not here yet.”

I nod and look down at my watch. “Actually, I may be getting stood up, too.” I chuckle and raise my glass to her. “At least we’re in good company.”

She clinks her glass against mine and takes a sip of her martini. “We really are two giant losers when it comes to dating, huh?”

I laugh as I examine her—absolutely stunning tonight in a low-cut maroon top and skintight black leather pants.

The woman is a fucking bombshell. There’s no way she should still be single. A fast I am reminded of every single time I look at her.

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