The UN Series Complete Box Set by Shantel Tessier Page B

in front of us. I want to take his hand in mine. I want him to touch me again.
    “Life after you.” He lifts up a shot glass, wanting me to follow.
    I lift an eyebrow, giving him a questioning look. “What kind of toast is that? Life after you?” I pick my glass up and clink it against his.
    Once we swallow he goes to answer, but gets interrupted by a blonde who comes to stand between our bar stools.
    “Hey, Slade. Guess what?” She giggles.
    I roll my eyes.
    “My best friend is in town for work. She said she would love to join us later. You’re going to love her. She used to be a gymnast, if you know what I mean.” She leans over and pulls his mouth up to hers, kissing him. It doesn’t last long. He pulls back, and looks at me wide eyed. Guess I’m not the only girl who can surprise him.
    The blonde follows his eyes to me. “Oh hey,” she says like she just realizes I’m there. “I’m Megan. Who are you?” She extends her hand out to me.
    “Sam.” I shake her hand, turn around and down my second shot, trying not to let anyone see how pissed off I am. The shots are getting much easier to drink.
    What just happened here? And why am I so mad? Am I mad at him? Am I mad at her for interrupting our bubble we had going on? Is it because my body is begging for him to touch me again? Or is it because this is the second woman trying to get in his pants in a matter of minutes?
    “So what do you think? She’s only in town tonight and tomorrow.” She sounds very whiny, but I’m sure he thinks she sounds seductive.
    “Uh...” He clears his throat. “Yeah, sure. Tonight will be good.” He sounds unsure, though.
    I refuse to look up at him as I hear the blonde squeal. “Yay! Ok, I’ll go call her and have her meet us up here later.” She walks off before he can say anything else.
    I pick up my final shot and drink it. For some reason, that one burned. I thought they were getting easier? But this is why I came out tonight. I’ve never been much of a drinker except for wine. Well, I take that back, I pretty much stayed drunk off liquor my entire senior year after my dad died. But wine? I can drink a glass of wine every night.
    I didn’t even want to come out tonight. Holly’s the one that said I needed to get out, have fun, and get drunk. Well, so much for the fun part.
    “I’m…” He pauses. “Sorry about that interruption.”
    I hear Slade’s voice talking to me, but I refuse to acknowledge him. Is that a good idea, though? He might take that as jealousy. Am I jealous?
    Yes!
    I’m going to have to fake it. I put a big smile on my face and look over at him. “No problem.”
    He’s giving me a look I can’t explain and don’t feel like analyzing. It looks to be sympathy. Why would he be feeling that towards me?
    “Isn’t that what you do anyway?” I continue to stay bitchy. God, it’s so hard. Since he touched me, I just want to lean into him. I want him to kiss me. I look up at his eyes and he looks hurt by my question. His brows are drawn together, and his beautiful lips are frowning.
    I have to look away. I hate to be hateful and hurt someone’s feelings, but I’m not going to apologize for stating the obvious. I see he has two of his shots left. I lean over and take one. Hmm, that one went down much easier.
    “How are you getting home tonight?” Guess he is going to ignore my question about sleeping with every woman who wants him.
    I laugh lightly. Like he cares how I get home. I shrug my shoulders. “Does it matter?” I ask carelessly.
    “Of course,” he says like it’s obvious.
    I look back to him, and he looks at me wide eyed, like I’ve lost my mind. I look away.
    “Did you drive here?’’ Oh, he’s good.
    “Yes. Why, are you going to take my keys from me?” I look back to him and it is a mistake. All I can think about is kissing those lovely lips and running my hands all over his chest. I can’t help but stare at it. He still has those three buttons undone on his shirt,