Shacking Up(84)

"Ruby?" Drew's voice drags our eyes off each other and over to him.

Her eyes go wide. "Drew?"

"You two know each other?" I ask. Actually, I think it may be more of a growl.

Her gaze flickers back to me and then away again.

"Wow." Drew's eyes slide over her frame in a way that seems entirely too familiar. "It's been a while. You filled out nicely."

Ruby's eyebrow shoots up. "Filled out?"

"How do you two know each other?" I ask again, it's definitely a full-on growl now.

"We went out a couple years ago," Drew says absently, still staring at Ruby. He has this look on his face, the kind that makes me wonder if he knows what she looks like with all of her clothes off.

Based on the color Ruby's cheeks are going, I have a feeling that might actually be the unfortunate reality. "Like once. It wasn't a big deal," she says.

"I should get your number again," Drew suggests.

Ruby's lip curls. "Uh, no thanks. I remember very clearly how the last date ended. I'm pretty sure I'm not interested in a repeat of those three, lackluster minutes."

"Oh, snap!" One of the girls behind Ruby says and the other ones start giggling.



       
         
       
        

I, on the other hand, want to rip Drew's head off and punt it off the roof of my building.

"I see your winning personality hasn't changed much," Drew shoots back.

"I see your hair hated you enough to start migrating down your body," Ruby retorts.

It's actually a pretty decent insult. Lexington snickers.

Drew runs a self-conscious hand through his hair. "Slutty and bitchy, now I remember why I didn't call you again."

Ruby launches herself at Drew. I catch her around the waist and she kicks out at him, narrowly missing his nuts. I almost wish she would've hit the mark.

I point a finger right in Drew's face. "Watch your fucking mouth if you want your teeth to stay where they are."

"Oh, shit. Is she your girlfriend?" Drew asks.

Ruby puts her hand on my chest and pushes, trying to get free. "Put me down, Tarzan."

"I'm sorry I called her . . . those things." Drew looks a little ill, possibly because I outweigh him by at least fifty pounds and, unlike him, I'm not afraid to get punched in the face.

I set Ruby down and she gets right up in his face, propping one fist on her hip. "I'm right here, jerkoff, if you're going to apologize to anyone for calling me names, it better damn well be me."

Her shorts are all wonky again, one side riding up so her cheek is on display. It always seems to be the right one. I reach out and slide my finger under the fabric, putting it back in place.

She jumps and bats my hand away. "What're you doing?"

"Just covering you up, babe."

She glares at me. It's a sexy look on her.

"Maybe we should head to a bar, unless . . ." Griffin trails off. His expression reflects his discomfort with the current situation.

"We have to go soon anyway." Ruby turns to face the girls. I don't fail to notice that Drew's eyes, along with everyone else's, including Armstrong's, drop to her ass. "Sorry girls. I'll just grab my things."

"You ladies don't have to rush out of here. We're more than happy to share the space," Lex says.

I fight an eye roll. They all just give him a look as they pull tanks or tight-fitting shirts over their heads, grabbing purses from the couch. The tallest of the girls saunters over, her hips swaying hard as she looks us over. Her gaze falls on me. "You must be Bancroft."

"I am. And you are?"

"Diva. Sorry about the confusion. Thanks for letting us use your space. You boys should come see us later." She looks to Drew. "Except maybe not you." She rummages around in her purse and pulls out a card, handing it to me. "We go on at ten. Ruby has her solo at eleven." 

"Thanks, I'll see what I can do." I pocket the card without looking at it. I don't know if I want these guys watching Ruby move like that. Especially not this Drew guy, who's apparently already had the pleasure of getting to know what Ruby feels like from the inside. Fucker.

Ruby appears a few seconds later, an oversized sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, almost covering her shorts completely, her bag thrown over her shoulder. The heels are gone, replaced by flats.

"I'm sorry I misunderstood," she says to me, then turns to Drew. "I feel like l need to be totally honest with you. If you had called me again for another hookup"-she makes air quotes-"there's no way in hell I would've considered it based on your highly inadequate performance the first time. It was like having sex with a jackhammer." She brushes past him, the rest of the girls follow after, every single one of them giving Drew a dirty look on the way.