guys are so great then why are they
single?”
“You’re pretty great, and you’re single,” Stacy pointed out.
“Don’t knock them until you meet them.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” With a sigh, Alexa sipped from
her drink. “I’m grouchy. Ignore me.”
“Call your friend. Set up a drink date. Maybe that’ll get
you out of your funk,” Stacy suggested.
“Do you really think I should do it?”
“Sure, what could it hurt? Sounds like he’s reaching out to
you which is promising.”
She wished it was promising in a sexual manner. That he
wanted to get together for drinks so he could get in her panties.
Damn it, she was wasting her time with the lustful thoughts.
Would drive herself crazy if she went and met him for drinks. Wanting him when
she knew she couldn’t have him, what sort of sick self-torture was she setting
herself up for?
“Yeah, I’ll do it.” And she wasn’t about to confess to Stacy
her true feelings for Eric. She’d only make tsking noises and shake her
head, tell her she was wasting her time. And why didn’t she want to be set up
with one of Keith’s cute friends again?
Because he was most likely an investment banker obsessed
with his Rolex watch and trying to make more money in a deflated market, that’s
why, Alexa thought grumpily.
Damn. She seriously needed to get laid.
“Trendy place,” Brandon said as he looked around the dark
bar.
They’d just walked into Valentino’s, a wine bar that had
opened near their house recently. It was full of the young and glamorous, with
a smattering of after-work types still garbed in dress shirts and loose ties.
The interior was dark and sleek, the lighting low and complimentary, casting
everything in a warm golden hue. Brandon looked around and looked toward the
bar for the mysterious Alexa but no single woman sat in wait.
Disappointment filled him. He’d wanted a chance to
speculate, check her out before she checked him out. He was curious as to what
the woman who actually aroused his boyfriend looked like. Wondered if he might
find her attractive as well.
“She’s not here yet,” Eric said as they moved deeper into
the crowded room. “Let’s go wait for her at the bar.”
They headed toward the sleek bar, garnering subtle attention
from various females in the room. He wasn’t a conceited prick, but it happened almost
anywhere they went. He knew he wasn’t a bad looking guy, and he took great care
of his body. As a certified fitness trainer, he felt it was his responsibility
to look good. Eric was handsome and physically fit as well. Two attractive guys
walk into a room together and well, they attracted attention.
Of course, the women always figured out pretty fast they
only had eyes for each other. And the disappointment was always clear. The
gorgeous ones are always gay, more than one of his female clients at the gym
had lamented right to his face. He never argued even though he didn’t consider
himself necessarily gay.
He was attracted to both sexes—it didn’t matter. He’d been
with his fair share of women as well as men. The last three years of his life,
it had been mostly men he entered into relationships with. He and Eric had been
together for a year and a half.
And lately, he’d started to feel…restless. At no fault of
Eric’s, he wasn’t dissatisfied with their relationship.
Brandon was unsatisfied with himself.
“You going to get something to drink?” Eric asked as they
settled onto barstools.
“Just a beer.” He pushed up the sleeves of his black
sweater, uncomfortably warm in the crowded bar. Probably he broke out in a
sweat at the thought of meeting Alexa for the first time.
Eric ordered their drinks, a beer and a vodka cranberry for
himself. Brandon kept his watch on the front door, trying to appear nonchalant,
knowing his body was as tense as steel. Ever since he latched onto the idea of
meeting Alexa his imagination had run rampant. Coming up with all sorts of
scenarios