Page 69 of Broken Romeo
Biting the inside of my cheek, I gave her the friendliest nod I could manage. “Hey, Katherine.”
I noted the eyeliner and makeup surrounding her icy eyes as they narrowed at me.
She looked older wearing makeup. More sophisticated. And her hair fell in soft waves around her face.
The fact that she’d dressed up for him turned my stomach. Had he kissed her yet? Had she managed to finally get that toe-curling lip-lock she’d been dreaming of?
In those panties.
In my panties.
Fuck. This.
“Your top is so cute,” Addison said to Kate, her smile as fake as her nose.
“Um. Thanks,” Kate responded.
I glanced at Dave who had his hand draped casually across the back of her chair and reached with the other for the bowl of garlic knots. I smiled.
Yep, you eat those garlic knots, Dave. Make that first kiss of hers wretched.
Katherine folded her arms and snapped at me, “What?”
“Nothing.”
Her fingers drummed against her bicep. “Well, it must be something. You’re smirking.”
With a glance, I checked that Dave and the guys weren’t listening, and sure enough, they were engaged in recounting the game. Addison was watching intently, but I didn’t care. Let her hear us. Let her watch. “I was thinking… you look nice.”
If for a second, I thought flattery would get me anywhere with this girl, I was sorely mistaken. Her scowl deepened.
I leaned across the table, resting my forearms against the cool resin. “Be honest, did you dress up for me? Hoping I’d see you sitting there in the bleachers during the game cheering me on?”
Beside me, the screech of Addison’s chair against the floor echoed. She stood up and stomped to the other end of the table.
“Way to go, dummy,” Katherine said. “Guess you won’t be getting laid tonight.”
Dummy. God, she was adorable.
I flicked my eyes toward Addison who was leaning down and whispering to one of her girlfriends. “C’mon. You should know me better than that by now. I’m not on a date with Addison. She ambushed me here.”
The hum of laughter swelled around us. It was humid and hot in the pizza place, the little air conditioning unit above the door unable to keep up with the crowd of people filling the space.
Dots of perspiration beaded down Katherine’s neck and cleavage. Holy shit. Either this girl was a sexual mastermind… or she was just the most unassumingly sexy person ever. My guess was on the latter.
Her body shifted, her thighs rubbing together from beneath the table and I couldn’t help but think about what’s happening to her body beneath that tight denim skirt. Was she wet right now? Swollen, pink, and throbbing for me while sweat dotted her thighs.
My cock pressed against my jeans and I swallowed my groans, unable to think of anything but her damp panties.
Maybe this could help me. Maybe I could tease enough that she’ll figure it out on her own that I’m her buyer.
I swallowed before building up the strength to ask, “How are your panties holding up in here?”
Her face went pale. “M-my what?”
I took an extra second to stare at her meaningfully. That’s right. Come on. Put two and two together.
“In this heat,” I whispered, teasing her. Pushing and pulling. What I do best. “You know. With your sweat issues.”