The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (12 page)

"Please. For me?" She's begging now.

Great.

I can see I have no choice. She's not going to drop this. This is so childish, and I don't know why I'm about to agree to it. Maybe because she's always been there for me, and I have to admit, teaching this prick a lesson sounds pretty fun. He's clearly an arrogant douchebag.

"Fine. I'll do it."

She starts jumping up and down, clapping her hands. "Thank you!"

She's lucky I love her to death.

"The waitress said he's in there all the time. It's at McConnell's. Take Brandi with you. He's already met Jennifer. He had a friend with him last time and she can keep him occupied."

"Am I supposed to sit there every night? Waiting for a guy who may or may not come in? I have no idea what he looks like."

All I get is a stare in return. "You'll know when you see him. Trust me. He'll hit on you."

"Fine, but you're paying my bar tab for the week." I fold my arms across my chest.

"I will. I promise."

What am I getting myself into?

Brandi and I walk into the bar and head over to a corner booth. I'm in some jeans and a tight-fitting top. Nothing too over-the-top sexy, but it'll get the job done. Getting all dolled up isn't really my style.

We're ogled by a group of older men as we walk in. I smile to be polite, and we head to a table and sit down.

The waitress walks over and I order a scotch on the rocks. Brandi orders some kind of girly drink that will probably come with umbrellas and fruit.

"I can't believe I agreed to this shit. We don't even know what this guy looks like."

"He's fucking gorgeous. That's what Livi said anyway. She couldn't believe he even talked to them. Said he's about six-foot-two, built like an Olympic swimmer, brown hair, green eyes. Early thirties."

We'll see how fucking gorgeous he is. Olivia likes to embellish.

"So she really fucked him in the bar?" My lips mash into a thin line.

"In the bathroom. Well, according to her, he got her off under the booth, and then fucked her in the bathroom."

"Wow."

"She said it was incredible. Best she's ever had, by far."

What is she? This guy's cheerleader?
We'll see how beautiful this asshole is when I'm done with him.

We've been there about an hour when Brandi starts tapping my shoulder repeatedly.

"Oh shit. Oh my god. That has to be him, act cool."

Act cool?
I'm surprised she didn't wear some One Direction fan girl shirt.

Thank god this asshole turned up on the first night. Maybe my whole week won't be ruined. I turn around to see what all the fuss is about, and he pierces me with a pair of emerald-green eyes. Goddamn, they were telling the truth if that's him. He is a beautiful specimen if there ever was one. Fuck, he's hot.

"Wow." I bite my bottom lip, but stop as soon as I notice what I'm doing.

"He's fucking gorgeous." Brandi swoons in the booth.

It doesn't matter. I'm still going to teach this guy a lesson for fucking my friend over. A few unfamiliar butterflies rush into my stomach as I see him and his friend look over at us. I don't usually get nervous around men. I wipe my palms down my jeans. He turns back to talk to some people. I'm assuming they're regulars, but he keeps glancing back to me.

"He's coming over. He's coming over." Brandi is practically squealing, and I want to strap a muzzle on her.

"I got it. Just relax."

"Hi ladies." Fuck, even his voice is hot.

"Hello," says Brandi.

"I'm Joel."

Confirmation. It's him. Jesus my palms are still clammy. What in the hell?

"Ladies," says his friend.

I need to flirt with his friend. That always drives them crazy. His friend is semi-cute. I'd probably find him more attractive if he wasn't standing next to the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

I ignore Joel completely and look up at his friend. "What's your name?"

He looks shaken up a bit.

"Umm, Tommy." His eyebrows rise and then fall. He looks like he's sizing me up.

"Well, umm Tommy. I could use a drink. Wanna go grab one?"

"I'm Joel." The handsome asshole cuts in.

"Yeah, that's great." I turn back to Tommy. "So how about that drink?" I wink at him. He shrugs at Joel.

I can tell I'm getting to the beautiful, green-eyed asshole.

"Why, I'd be delighted my lady." He offers his arm for me to take hold of. It's pretty cute, only because I can tell he's joking and rubbing it in Joel's face.

I grab his arm and head off to the bar, leaving Joel with Brandi. I peek back and his jaw is damn near on the floor. I'm sure to shake my ass a little as I walk away, give him something to jerk off to later.

Tommy and I get to the bar and he orders two scotches.

"So, I don't think I got your name?" He leans on the bar top.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Quinn."

"Nice to meet you, Quinn."

"Do you work out?" I start rubbing on his arm. It's pretty obvious what I'm doing, but guys are dumb. Joel is biting his lip at the table with Brandi, and continues to constantly glance over at us. I look back and Tommy is staring at me, but he's not checking me out. He appears confused.

"What?" I ask.

"Really? What the fuck is going on here?" He stares long and hard at me.

Maybe he's more astute than I thought. I'm going to play dumb anyway. "What do you mean?"

"Enough with the bullshit. You're a 12, and I'm an 8.5—most of the time." He cracks a smile. Must be an inside joke. "Joel over there—he's a 12. Something is going on and I want to know what it is. You trying to make him jealous?"

This guy is sharp, and it makes him more attractive.

"Okay, you got me. But—you're easily a 9.5." I grin.

He still doesn't buy into my bullshit. "He did something to you, didn't he?"

I look down at the floor without thinking. It's an obvious tell.

"Your friend. He did something to one of your friends. You're getting back at him. Devilish fucking women, I swear. It's the redhead isn't it?" He smiles as if he knows he's correct.

"Hey, don't be an asshole. And how could you possibly know that?"

"Hah! I knew it. She's the only girl he's recently hooked up with in here. He's been working off-site." He starts laughing and my thoughts are a jumbled mess. I don't know whether to knock his ass out or laugh with him.

"Well, you don't have to be a dickhead about it."

Fuck, I've ruined the whole thing. Oh well, I have better shit to do anyway.

"Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap, Quinn. You're better than that."

I start laughing. This guy is a riot.

"Look, if you want to get back at him, it's cool with me. His ass could use a reality check. But he better not find out that I know."

I smile. "Deal."

"Now go back to feeling my arm. That shit makes me feel strong and manly."

I nearly shoot scotch out of my mouth. I like Tommy. I can tell he's a good friend.

"So here's the deal—"

"I don't even wanna know. I want to hear about it from him later. Just know he's a good guy. He just likes the ladies, a little too much sometimes."

"He is one beautiful fucker, isn't he?" I gaze over at Joel, trying not to look interested.

Tommy props up his chin on his hands, elbows on the bar top, looking like he has a schoolgirl crush. "Oh yes, he's just dreamy. McDreamy loverballs."

"You should have your own TV show, seriously." I almost snort.

"So what's up with Brandi? She's cute." He looks to the table.

"She's super sweet, but I know someone who'd be better for you."

"You don't understand. I'm in a drought. It's like the Great Depression in my pants. Fucking Dust Bowl status."

I try to stifle my laughter. "Trust me, okay?"

"Well thanks, and just so you know, Joel is relentless. He won't stop until he gets you."

"I'm planning on it."

We're over at the table, and I'm flirting with Tommy. He's playing along and I think it's making Brandi a little jealous.

Joel keeps trying to get close to me, and I keep scooting away, pretending he's not even there. God, his fucking eyes though, and those lips, and that gorgeous smile. My panties are in a fucking knot, and they are not even close to being dry. I find myself being jealous of Livi. I wouldn't mind having him go to town on me under the table. It's been a while.

Must remain strong.

Finally, the unavoidable happens. Joel is standing next to me. I keep giving him one or two word answers to everything he asks. His face reddens each time. Fucker.

"So, what do you do, Quinn?" His eyes are searing into me.

"Marketing."

"Oh yeah, anything specific?"

"Not really."

I can tell he's used to having girls gush over him.

That's right, you handsome bastard. I'm going to leave your balls blue and aching.

He reaches for his drink and rubs up against my hand, it's obviously on purpose. It sends a wave of nerves firing through my body. I'm flustered, but manage to play it cool and pull my hand away.

"Sorry about that. It was an accident."

No it fucking wasn't, you arrogant prick. Somehow the topic of sex comes up and Joel looks like he's in heaven. I stare at him and pretend to look disgusted, even though I'd like to take him somewhere private and fuck his brains out.

They're all trading war stories. I can't take much more of hearing Joel. It's making me hot and simultaneously irritated. I find myself jealous of Olivia again. If only I'd gotten to him first, then I could have him. Now, I never will.

Some time has passed and I've grown more comfortable around Joel. Perhaps a little too comfortable. I've had three scotches, and I'm starting to loosen up. I decide it's time to start the flirting. I have to make him think he's getting laid tonight.

"I'm going to get another drink. Joel. You want to come? You look a little dry." I look to his rocks glass.

"Absolutely."

I throw Tommy a wink and he smiles.

We walk up to the bar, and I start to order. Joel puts his hand on my lower back, trying to be nonchalant about it. It sends a shudder up through my shoulders. I hope he didn't feel it. I love the way he touches me.