“I didn’t order anything,” Max said. “I’m a willing, paying customer.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, and you were too busy trying to flirt to order. I want to go home.”
“Do you know how many women would jump at the chance to have a drink with me?” he asked, shouting at her.
“Lucky them. I’m not about to join that club.”
“I’ve got something interesting I can do with my tongue.”
Trey slapped Max over the head.
“I’m happy not to know.”
She closed the door behind them, waved and dropped the blind. Had she seriously just been asked out by Max?
No, she wasn’t even going to let herself think about it.
Chapter Three
“I can’t believe you just asked June out. Are you completely insane?” Trey asked. He was so angry, and all he wanted to do was hurt his friend. Max’s flirting really annoyed him.
“What? Am I the only one who sees the hottie she’s turned into? So she’s got a bit more meat on her than what women want today. I think she’s hot.” Max threw his arms wide cursing the female population. “I’m tired of fucking thin women. I want a woman I can hold on to.”
Trey followed his friends down the street toward the only bar in town. The Sexy Cowgirl was where the party was at on a Friday night, a lot of music, a lot of beer, and a lot of dancing. Most Fridays he left with a woman or two to take the edge off his weekend.
“In case you didn’t notice she shot me down.”
“She’s not going to go for you,” Dale said, finally joining in the conversation.
“And why not?”
“She looked ready to burst out laughing at your mere suggestion of going out. June wants nothing to do with you.”
Trey was happy with that. Dale hadn’t shown any interest, and Max was shut down. Trey had a stack of respect for June, and it increased knowing she wasn’t easy.
You’re not one to talk.
Ever since he’d lost his virginity at sixteen, Trey had taken more than his fair share of women. He loved sex, but for a long time now, sex had lost its edge. Bringing a woman to orgasm was easy to him. They were putty in his hands, and they’d do everything he asked. Most of the women were happy to do as they were told. Not one of them took the lead with him, and he was tired of doing all the work.
Slinking his way to the bar, he ignored all the greetings from the women and ordered a beer.
“What’s gotten up your ass?” Max asked.
“Nothing. I’m just tired. It was a late night with the dolphin chick.”
The bartender, Joe, handed him an ice cold beer. Trey had given the other man a mean ass tattoo down the length of his arm, and the two had been cool ever since. Joe was a lot older than Trey and had kicked his ass once for hitting on Joe’s girl. After the ass kicking, Joe bought him a drink, thanking him for revealing what a skank the woman was.
It was a strange kind of friendship, but Trey was thankful for it all the same.
“Had a busy day?” Joe asked.
“The busiest.”
“Hey, Joe, you heard anything about June Armstrong who runs the bakery?” Max asked.
Trey tensed.
“She’s Elliot’s daughter. You touch her, he’ll come after you, and they won’t be able to recognize your body. That man loves his family more than anything. No one hurts his family.”
Joe left them alone.
“Fuck me, her father sounds like some kind of mafia boss.”
“He owns my building,” Trey said, sipping at the beer.
“Oh crap. I won’t do anything to compromise your career, man. I’m sorry.” Max slapped him on the back. They were his friends, the two men who had his back through high school and through life.
“No worries.” Trey took another swig of beer thinking about the smile on June’s face. She really had thought Max’s suggestion was funny.
“I’m going to get me a woman for the night,” Max said. “See you later.”
Spinning around in his chair, Trey watched Max head into the throng of people.
“Are you okay?” Dale asked.
“I’m good. I’m always good.”
“You’re looking a little tense with Max.”
Letting out a sigh, Trey looked out at the dance floor seeing the happiness going on all around him. There was a time he’d be in the center of it all, fighting for his spot. When had his perspective on life changed? When did getting drunk and fucking every woman he met become a bore?
“I think I’m getting old.”
“Twenty-four is not old,” Dale said.
“No? Then why am I bored and fucking tired all the time? This is our life, Dale, and I’m fucking sick of the same old crap all the time.”