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She winks at me, then turns back to Stacey. “I missed you today.”
“You saw me this morning. I distinctly remember waking up with your face between my legs.”
“I keep telling you, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
I look away, chuckling to myself. These two are adorable together, but it’s hard not to feel like a third wheel when they start getting lost in each other.
When the last empty chair at the table, the one beside me, is pulled out, I look up and damn near swallow my tongue. It’s the drummer. “Are you using this chair?” His voice is deeper and more gravelly than I expected.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “No, you can have it,” I manage to croak out as I wait for him to leave.
To my surprise, he spins the chair around and sits down on it backwards. “Thanks.”
I look at Stacey, who grins at me. Jessie is appraising the guy more clinically, her protective instincts flaring. “Can we help you?”
“Name’s Lick.” He holds his hand out for Jessie, who looks at it for a second before shaking.
“Jessie. This is my girlfriend, Stacey, and my friend Emma.”
“Nice to meet you all. Emma, pretty name. I’ve not seen you here before.”
“I don’t get out much.” I pick my glass back up and drink it down, needing something to do with my mouth and hands other than entertaining the dirty thoughts scrolling across my brain. “First time,” I admit, placing my glass down.
Stacey leans into me. “We’re going to go downstairs and dance. You wanna come, or do you want us to come back for you in a little while?”
I look from her to Jessie before my gaze falls to Lick. “I’m good here,” I tell her, wanting her to have a little time alone with her girlfriend. I’m a grown woman. I can handle a conversation with a man, right?
“Okay, have fun.” She winks at me before letting Jessie lead her away. I turn back to Lick.
“Let me get you another drink.” He signals the waitress, who comes over with a smile.
“Hey, Lick, what can I get you?”
“Same again for the lady and a whisky for me.”
“You’ve got it.” She looks at my glass before adding it to the empty tray. “A slippery nipple, right?”
Lord, kill me now. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. She smiles before walking away.
I look up through my lashes at Lick and see him grinning at me. “Who doesn’t like a slippery nipple?”
I groan. “Please stop talking.”
He throws his head back and laughs, drawing the attention of those around us. I feel them looking over and can’t help but wonder what they’re thinking. Are they judging me? Are they looking at Lick and wondering what the hell he’s doing here with me?
He must sense my unease because he leans forward. “Relax, Emma, we’re just two consenting adults having a drink.”
“That’s all I’m consenting to, right? A drink and a conversation?”
He nods his head. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
I blow out a nervous breath and tell myself to relax. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve done this kind of thing,” I admit.
“How long’s a while?”
“Honestly?”
“Always.”
