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Her lips thin. “It wasn’t serious.”
She takes another drink, her eyes returning to mine. I take a deep glug from my glass, mirroring her movements.
“I suspect he isn’t much of a loss,” I say, mesmerized by the way her pupils dilate under my gaze.
“What makes you say that?” Despite the glassiness the alcohol is causing, she holds eye contact without faltering. I can just imagine her interrogating someone on the witness stand. I bet she makes grown men piss themselves.
The idea only makes my dick fight for my attention in my pants even more.
“Your purse.” I tip my head toward the tiny clutch she has in her other hand.
Her eyes narrow as I continue.
“It’s small. And you carry the balls of your ex-dates around in it. So…” I take another drink, and her lips curl into the ghost of a smile.
“So I do. I told you that… four years ago.”
“I have a good memory.”
“Lucky for you that you weren’t my date that night, then.” Her eyes twinkle as she holds up the tiny purse and gives it a little shake.
“If I were, my balls wouldn’t be in that,” I say, holding her gaze.
She lowers her hand back to her side with an eye roll. “Let me guess. Because it’s too small.”
“No.” I step closer to her. She tilts her head back to meet my eyes as I stand a head taller than her. “Because if you had gone on a date with me, then I wouldn’t be your ex-date now.”
“You wouldn’t?” She arches a brow, her lips twisting in amusement.
“No.” I suck my bottom lip, dampening it as I look at her. Her eyes drop to my mouth, following the movement.
“What would you be?” she breathes.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip with a concealed groan. I take my time before I speak, enjoying her rapt attention.
“I’d be your husband.”
Her lips part in a tiny gasp. One that reaches right inside my pants and curls itself around my aching dick, teasing it.
I step back, creating distance between us again.
“… and because it’s too small.” I smirk, bidding her a good evening, and then I walk away.
Chapter 5
Sophie
“You’re really going forit, huh?” Halliday remarks as I sit next to her at the bar and raise my glass in the air in a toast.
“To Henry.” I hiccup. “And getting his married, lying ass out of my life.”
She clinks her glass with mine. “I’ll drink to that.”
I slurp my gin and then clank my glass down heavily on the dark wood bar, before wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “And to getting wasted.”
Her brows pop, and she signals the bartender. “Can we have two waters, please?”
“Hey.” I point at her accusingly, my stool wobbling beneath me.It must have a loose leg.“Are you saying you don’t think I can…” I hiccup again. “… handle my drink?”
