He still
hooking up with every girl who catches his eye?”
“Umm, I don’t know. I don’t think
so. At least he doesn’t have that reputation at The 69er. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen him go home with girls before, here and there,
but he’s not known as a player, that’s for sure. And when I think about it,
just because he left with a girl doesn’t mean anything happened. There are
plenty of douche bags at The 69er, but Jake isn’t one
of them.”
“What does he do there, then?”
“Like I said, his cousin owns the
joint. Jake has made quite a name for himself MMA fighting, and after he wins a
fight he parties at The 69er with pals. The guy is sooo fucking hot! I have to admit, I have a little crush on him. Ooo , and he’s rich! Loaded with money from what he earns fighting. At
least that’s what I’ve been told. I guess his older brother is hot, too. But he
doesn’t live here; he’s in the military or something.”
My interest was definitely piqued.
I wondered if that was a bad
thing.
Jake’s a bad guy.
Or at least he used to be.
In any event, he’s not at all my
type.
I glanced over at him again.
Every muscle rippled underneath his tight t-shirt, and tattoos covered his
arms.
He screamed ‘trouble’.
At that moment Julie sat up,
grinned enthusiastically, and leaned her face in close to mine. “You know what
you need, Ruby,” she began with a sparkle in her eye. “You need a rebound! I
should get you a date with Jake!”
“Oh my god no! Stop!”
I smiled for the first time that
day.
I didn’t mean to. I wanted to
stay angry. But I couldn’t.
“Oh yes! And what better way to
move on than to have a rebound sex session with the handsome and wealthy Jake
Bishop?”
“Julie, really. Stop this
nonsense!”
“I’m serious. Shit girlfriend,
you’ve still got your V-card! I mean, really, what are saving it for? Your dreamy Prince Charming? Sorry, honey, but he’s already
screwing someone else. As much as I wish life were a fairy tale Hollywood
romance, it isn’t. You’re still sexy as hell! He’ll love you, I’m sure. I’m
going to introduce you to him right now.”
“You absolutely are not,” I
exclaimed through clenched teeth and with terror in my eyes. “You will do no
such thing, Julie. Please.”
Chapter 8
Jake
Just as I was about to get up and
introduce myself to Ruby and her friend, a gruff voice called out from behind
me.
“Hey, ladies. How you doin’
tonight?”
Without turning around I knew the
voice belonged to one of the jerks who watched Ruby go
to the restroom.
Not a peep was heard from the
women.
“What? Cat got your tongue? Hey,
I’m talking to you,” the guy sneered crudely.
“Fuck off, creep,” Ruby’s friend growled.
“Go crawl back into the sewer from where you came.”
Zach and I looked at each other
and chuckled quietly.
“Ouch. Ya hear that, Cal? She
says we ought a go back to the sewer, ha ha . Hey, we
ain’t gonna harm ya.”
“I said fuck off.”
“Now wait a minute, we just
wanted to get to know you ladies a little better, you know, in the touchy-feely
sort a way.”
Both men laughed twistedly.
I sighed and gulped down the last
of my beer.
Time to put a stop to this.
I hoped these worthless pieces of
shit had good Obamacare plans, because they were going to need it.
I got up and said, “Hey, man.
They’re not interested. Leave them alone.”
The douche bags turned in my
direction. They looked like your stereotypical overall-clad hillbillies who
would rape a man in the middle of the woods if they got the chance. How they
ended up in a large, cosmopolitan city was a mystery to me.
The bigger of the two stood up
and got right in my face. He was a good three inches taller than me, but was so
inebriated I knew he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.
“What’d you say, boy?” His breath
smelled disgusting, like bourbon and cigarettes.
I matched his gaze and looked him
squarely in the