“Yo, you like what you’re seeing? The girls sure have formed a fan club out there,” Christian yells across the table. He is being such a ball breaker today. What the fuck? Do I have ‘I’m in love with your sister’ written on my fucking forehead?
“You gonna let those guys try and make a move on the girls, or are you going show them what you got?” he continues with a raised eyebrow challenging me.
Sitting here at the table watching the girls dance is killing me. My fists are clenching under the table as I notice guys approaching the girls. The girls aren’t paying them any mind until one dude walks up behind Camryn. He stands there, eyeing her up like she’s a freaking piece of candy. He hasn’t touched her yet, but the idea of him being that close to her has my blood boiling. My jaw begins to clench, and my body tenses. I look over at Christian, and he has this shit eating grin on his face.
Not being able to stand it anymore, I grab my beer and take a long swig. It’s nearly empty, so I motion to Lincoln to order me another one then I head to the dance floor. Camryn’s back is toward me so she doesn’t see me approaching, but Morgan does and she has a huge smile on her face.
Paralegal by day, romance genius by night! When I’m not tending to my furry children and my handsome husband, I am seamlessly carving beautiful stories from my mind in my comfy PJs in New Jersey.