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I get it. I probably wouldn't believe me, either. I can only imagine how many people have given her that line today.
“Wesley made the reservation for three as soon as your company announced the event. If he had to give names for the whole party, they'd be Phillip and Jamie. Phillip's already at the table, so that leaves me, Jamie.”
Her eyes widen in surprise.
“Wesley. As in the Wesley Brooks? Sofia’s teacher?”
So that’s how he got into the V.I.P. section. I should have known.
“That’s the one,” I say, flashing her my most charming grin.
Her posture changes so fast it nearly gives me whiplash.
A second ago, she was all elbows and attitude, but now she’s all but twining around my ankles like a cat.
I press my lips together to keep from chuckling.
This always happens when women figure out who I am—or in this case, who I know. It’s more predictable than a sunset.
“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, Jamie.” She rests her hand on my arm. “Let me personally escort you to the table.”
Her flirtations are in no way subtle as she walks me over to my friends, but I don’t mind. Phillip had been right at the barbeque—I really do need to get laid.
Maybe my three-week dry spell ends tonight.
I realize that doesn’t sound like a long time, but for someone who uses sex as a way to avoid feeling lonely, it’s an eternity.
“I know I’m in the general section tonight,” she says when we reach the table, “but don’t hesitate to call me over. I’m happy to get you anything you might need.”
I’m sure you would.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, uh…”
“Candie,” she says, tapping her nametag.
“Thank you, Candie.” I wink.
She saunters off, putting an extra sway in her hips. It’s artless and crass, but it’s still something I can’t look away from.
Julia would be so disappointed in you right now.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and turn to focus on my friends.
When I meet their eyes, Wesley’s got a wry smile and Phillip just looks so exasperated.
“Do you really need to do that whenever we go out?” he grouses.
“Oh come on, Phillip,” Wesley chides, “let the man have some fun. You and I might be here for desserts, but Jamie’s always on the hunt for a different kind of sweet.”
I glare at him, but that only makes him laugh.
“You sure you’re done indulging your sweet tooth? Because I’ve been waiting for you to get here to indulge mine.”
“You didn’t have to wait for me.”
“I know. That’s what makes me such an excellent friend.”
I roll my eyes at him.
