“Molly,” Mel scolded, looking at me in disbelief.
“Go ahead,” I told her like a pouting five year old. “I’m going to stay here, though.”
Rocky chuckled, glancing back over his shoulder at the group he’d come in with. If Mel left me to sit with him, I was going to walk my happy ass home.
“It’s all good, girl,” Rocky said to me, pulling out a chair. “I’ll sit here.”
“She’s in a mood,” Mel said tightly, glaring at me over her beer.
“Oh, fuck off,” I murmured, picking up my phone like there was something super important I needed to check.
“Seriously,” Mel continued. “She’s not usually like this.”
“I’m right here,” I snapped, not looking up from my phone.
“I’m guessing my boy pissed her off,” Rocky said, leaning back in his chair.
“He didn’t piss me off,” I mumbled.#p#分页标题#e#
“He didn’t call, he didn’t write . . .” Mel said dramatically, batting her eyelashes.
“Will you shut the hell up?”
Rocky laughed again, and I seriously considered throwing my phone at Melanie’s head.
“Are we sitting over here?” another voice piped in, and I turned to see Homer sauntering over toward us. “Table’s a little small.”
“Looks like it,” Rocky answered. He stood up from his seat and pulled Mel with him, sitting back down in her chair and pulling Mel onto his lap. “There—we’ve got more room.”
I clenched my jaw as Homer took Rocky’s seat, leaving the chair right next to me vacant.
“How you been?” Homer asked Melanie, like they were old friends.
My eyes narrowed.
“Good. Just working a shit ton.”
My body tensed as a big hand grasped the chair beside me and pulled it out, and seconds later, Will dropped into the seat. I wanted to freaking scream.
Melanie had obviously been hanging out with these guys and she hadn’t said a word. She’d made it seem like she was just hoping that she’d run into Rocky, but she must have known they’d be at the bar that night.
“Molly,” Will greeted, leaning toward me.
I refused to look up from my phone. Instagram was hopping and I needed to check out everyone’s photos. It was imperative I didn’t miss a single one.
“Hey, Will,” I greeted my phone.
“You pissed?”
“Why would I be pissed?” I asked, looking up. He was staring down at me, his entire torso turned in my direction, and he’d leaned an elbow on the table in an attempt to close us off from the others.
“Uh—”
“You’re in my space,” I told him flatly.
“You liked me in your spa—”
“Unless you want me to embarrass you in front of your friends, you’ll back up,” I warned, narrowing my eyes.
Instead of doing what I’d ordered, Will just smiled. “Not easily embarrassed,” he murmured, lowering his face close to mine.
“I’m not into pegging, Will,” I replied loudly. “Stop asking me to put things in your ass.”
Will’s head jerked back in surprise and his jaw dropped.
“Jesus Christ,” Homer mumbled in disgust across the table.
“I’m out,” I announced, pushing my way past Will’s broad shoulders. “Anyone want another? No? Good.”
My face burned as I stomped across the bar. I thought I’d embarrassed Will, but I’d completely embarrassed myself, too. Talk about cutting off my nose to spite my face.
I’d just reached the bar when all of a sudden, a large hand was gripping my arm tight and pulling me away.
“Knock it off.” I jerked my arm back, but Will didn’t let go, and soon he was dragging me away from the crowd and into the short hallway that led to the bathrooms.
“The fuck was that?” he asked, crowding me until I’d backed into the women’s restroom.
“I told you to get out of my space!”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Get away from me,” I snapped, pushing at his chest.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He stepped back and closed the door behind him, turning the lock with a quiet snick.
“Maybe I’m just not interested,” I said finally in exasperation.
“You’re interested.”
“Not anymore.”
“Bullshit.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Why the hell are you being such a dick?” I threw my hands in the air. “We fucked, big deal. I’m not your fucking girlfriend.”
Oh, good move, Molly. Pretend like he’s the one freaking out because you guys never made any promises. Turn it around. Deflect!