Well, by happily fucking him against a wall.
“Yeah,” I said, liking the label the more it bounced around my head.
He smiled, and his pretty eyes were even prettier. “Cool.”
After refilling Harlow’s cup, he easily maneuvered around to grab a stool and carry it to me. Then he kissed her again, lowering his voice to say, “Been thinking about lani all fuckin’ day.”
I had had no clue what that meant but, based on the way her face flushed as she watched him leave, I was betting it was dirty.
Taking my seat, I sipped my coffee and ate the best cupcake—strawberry with whipped cream cheese frosting—while I chatted with hilarious women.
And I did it thinking about how I totally wanted to be their friend.
And how much I was looking forward to Judge getting his hands on—and up—my skirt.
But also, unexpectedly, how badly I wanted a tattoo.