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“Not a chance,” Andre growled, focusing back on his drink.
“Are you kidding me? Are you sure you even like women? Maybe you’re gay? You’d have to be to not want to bring her home, even if you have to see her again. Maybe it could be a regular casual thing?” Bently offered, his hungry gaze never leaving Mia.
“I think I’d know if I liked dick by now, don’t you?” Andre argued.
“Well, if you’re sure. You know you’d still be my brother from another mother, right?” Bently said.
“I’m positive I’m not gay.”
“Then, I guess I’m gonna go and see if she wants my company,” Bently said, grabbing his beer.
Before Andre could react, his friend was gone, approaching Mia. His stomach roiled as he clenched his fists. Why the fuck was he jealous? The thought of his friend’s hands all over the lush curves he wanted to explore invaded his mind. Mia shuddering from his touch, screaming Bently’s name instead of his.
“God damnit!” Andre slammed his hand on the bar top.
“Hey, everything okay?” Charli asked.
“Just peachy.” He couldn’t escape Mia. Everywhere he went, she popped up. At home, work, and now during his time with his friends. What if Bently dated her? Andre chuckled to himself. Bently didn’t date anyone. He was a one-and-done type of guy.
“Charli, give me a whiskey—three fingers.”
She eyed him warily. “Coming right up.”
Mia’s laugh assaulted his ears. He knew if he turned around, he’d see Bently’s hands all over her as they danced. Or maybe he was bending her over the pool table showing her exactly how he’d use his stick. Andre ran a hand over his face and let out a frustrated breath. He needed to get this out of his system one way or another.
Charli set the glass in front of him and he chugged down the liquor as it burned his throat. He slammed the empty glass on the bar and turned around, searching for someone to take his stress away for one night.
A blonde caught his attention. She was making eyes at him, completely ignoring her friend. She’d do.
Andre approached her. “Hey.”
She smiled. “Andre Stone, you sure have matured since the last time I saw you.”
“I’m sorry. You have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don’t know your name.”
“Summer Richards. From Mr. Peters’s class—high school biology.”
“Oh! Summer. Now I remember,” he lied. “You wanna dance?”
She smiled and giggled with her friend as she set her drink down. “Absolutely.”
He held out his hand, and she took it. There was no current of electricity like when he’d touched Mia earlier. What had that been? Maybe he needed to get the wiring in the building checked.
Andre led his new dance partner onto the floor, doing his best to ignore his friend and Mia moving to the slow melody.
Summer wrapped her arms around his neck as they began to dance, spinning and swaying as his thoughts strayed.
Andre tuned out whatever she was saying, because Mia was laughing at something Bently had said, and his friend was holding her a lot closer than Andre was comfortable with. Acid burned his stomach.
“Did you hear me?” Summer asked.
“Uh, yeah. Me too.” He hadn’t really heard her, but it seemed like a good answer.
“Well, I’m glad you finally manned up and approached me,” she said.
“Yeah, it was good to run into you. How’s life been?” He was a bit rusty. The dating scene had changed in the last six years. How was he supposed to get from hello to her place again?
“I’d love to get to know you better. Do you want to go back to my place and do it in private?” She smirked like the cat that ate the canary.
So that was how it worked now—straight to the point.
He hesitated. He’d never been the one-night-stand kind of guy. Monogamy was his way of life.
Look how far that’s gotten you.
Andre glanced up just in time to see Bently and Mia head towards the front door. Rage and unexplained jealousy coursed through his veins. He needed to get laid and stop obsessing over his neighbor.
“Sure.”
