Page 19 of Big D!ck Energy

“I was finding the right armor,” Davina said, her voice as smooth and sharp as aged whiskey. Her brown eyes fixed on me. “And it's not my fault the airline finally decided to deliver my lost luggage an hour ago.”

“She thought she was going to have to wear her leggings,” Brooke added with a grin. “But the delivery guy showed up just as we were about to leave.”

Davina smoothed the front of her dress. “Worth the wait..”

“You'd look good in a paper bag,” I said before I could stop myself.

Her eyes narrowed. “Hello, Dallas.”

The way she said my name should not have sent heat straight through me, but it did.

“Davidson.” I stood, because it seemed like the right thing to do. “You look...”

“Save it.” She held up a hand. “I've built up an immunity to your particular brand of charm.”

“I was going to say ready to break hearts,” I finished, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face. “But if you want to tell me more about this immunity, I'm fascinated. Is there a vaccine? Should I be worried about side effects?”

Matt groaned. “And here we go.”

Brooke bit back a smile, looping her arm through Davina's. “Play nice, you two. We have a whole night ahead of us.”

“I'm always nice,” I said. “It's one of my most charming qualities.”

“Your most charming quality is your ability to be consistently wrong about yourself,” Davina shot back, but I caught the way her eyes flickered down to my arms, just for a second, before she looked away.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Matt caught my eye and shook his head in warning, but I just smiled wider. The night was young, the whiskey was smooth, and Davina Lawson was trying very hard not to look at me.

I'd been body-slammed, clotheslined, and thrown off a steel cage. I could handle one beautiful woman who thought she hated me.

Probably.

“Shall we?” I gestured toward the restaurant, and as we walked, I fell into step beside Davina, close enough to catch the scent of her perfume. Vanilla.

“You're walking too close,” she murmured, not looking at me.

“The hallway's narrow and I’m a big guy.”

“The hallway is twelve feet wide.”

“Is it? I hadn't noticed. I was too busy admiring the… architecture.”

She turned her head just enough to give me a withering look, and I caught the hint of a smile she was fighting.

The doors to the bar swung open again, and in walked Kali and James, looking thoroughly pleased with themselves despite being obviously late.

“Sorry we're late!” Kali called out. Her lipstick was freshly applied, but smeared outside the line on one corner.

James ran a hand through his dark hair, which definitely looked like someone else's fingers had been through it recently. “We had a... situation with the shower in our suite.”

Matt snorted into his beer. “A shower situation. That's what we're calling it now?”

“Absolutely,” James said with zero shame, his arm sliding around Kali's waist. “Very slippery. Required immediate attention.”

Kali elbowed him but couldn't stop grinning. “What my husband means to say is that we're very sorry to keep everyone waiting.”

“Three months married and you two still can't make it downstairs on time,” Brooke said, shaking her head with amusement.