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    “I’ll tell you what darlin’. Leave my name for the boss and if he gives you shit, you tell him you’re gonna tell me, and I can guarantee baby after you say that, he’ll drop it.”
    Her green eyes snap to mine, and she gulps as she quietly asks. “What if that doesn’t work?”
    I smirk. How cute.
    “Grab that pen, darlin’.” I nod to it.
    She reaches for it with her free hand.
    “Now write down your number on that there napkin along with your name. I’ll give ya a call in a few days to make sure all is good, baby. Promise.” I smile and cross my heart with my other hand.
    Redhead hesitates, lookin’ down at her wedding band, and then back at me. Whatever her inner battle was, she writes the information down anyways. She hands me the napkin, and I look down at it. Lorene. Not the name I was expecting but like I really give a shit.
    “Are you… are you really going to uh call me?”
    This green-eyed beauty really is just too cute. Unfortunately, I don’t do cute that often.
    “Do you want me to call you?”
    Again, her eyes flick at her wedding band for a brief moment. “Yeah, yeah I really do.”
    “Then I’ll call.”
    I don’t really plan to but if things don’t work out with Storm, my cock might protest that.
    “I’ll talk to you soon,” I say looking down at the napkin. “Lorene.”
    “Okay.” She smiles as I let her hand go free.
    Thank fuck, now back to the task at hand.
    When I leave the redhead with a nod and a grin that hurts from faking it, I make my way over to Storm and dickhead Randy. I watch as her entire body stiffens. She can feel me, another reason why we need to just fuck and get it over with.
    “Storm,” I chuckle as I squat down at the side of their table.
    “Mason,” she spits.
    “Uhh… am I missing something here?” Randy laughs uncomfortably.
    Yeah fucktard, you’re missing something all right. You’re trying to fuck the woman I’m trying to bed.
    “As a matter of fact you are Randy. This here woman belongs to me until I can get my fill of her.”
    I almost cringe because I know I just dug myself into a hole deeper with Storm. She hates being objectified as just a piece of ass.
    “Zig Zag, I swear on all that’s holy if you don’t get up and walk away, I’m never speaking to you again,” she whisper yells.
    I love when her voice rises in that high-pitched note. Fuck, it makes my dick hard.
    “I’m going to use the gentleman’s room so you two can work this out,” Randy mumbles standing up and walking away.
    “Pussy.” I chuckle.
    “ZZ!” Storm snaps.
    I throw my hands up in mock surrender as she shakes her head back and forth at me in disgust.
    Her head stops shaking back and forth, and her eyes pierce mine, and all the joking manner is set aside.
    “ZZ… look… I want you, you know I do, but not in the same way you want me. I want more,” she says, quietly reaching up and placing her hand on my chest, and I swear all the breath leaves my windpipes at once. “I know you can give me this. I just know it, but I’m tired of waiting. I’m ready, damn am I ready, but you never will be even though you can be. Baby I’ll be your best friend. I’ll be the voice you need to hear, but I won’t be the body you want to be near. Because baby, you just want a few nights and I want more than that from you.”
    I gulp. Fuck, I’m no romantic, but she just laid her heart out there for me. I wrap my left hand around hers, the one lying across my heart and nod, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear with my right hand.
    “Friends.” I croak.
    “Best friends, Mason.”
    I groan internally because when she says my given name, it makes me want her so much more than I already do.
    “Go have a few drinks baby. I love you, and I’ll call when I’m finished with my date. I wanna know what’s going on with T, okay?”
    I close my eyes as she says I love you; it’s not the first time she’s said it. She tells me every once in a while.