Five dates with girls of their choosing.
Five chicks I'd never even blink at, given the choice.
The pretty blonde perched on the barstool next to where I’m leaning giggles, her gaze darting in my direction. She flips her hair over her shoulder and flashes me a smile. Through her sheer cream shirt, I can see her nipples harden. The fact that she's not wearing a bra tells me two things; she's probably good to go and I'm not going to have to struggle with bra clips.
“And what would that be?” she purrs, her smile widening.
“That we’re incredible at giving head,” I murmur. I reach out and stroke a stray strand of hair away from her twinkling eyes. She laughs, shaking her head. Even as she pushes me away, I’m still confident I’ve sealed this deal. In case you haven't picked up on it, chicks don’t often turn me down.
“Really?” She laughs. “Did you start that rumor?” Before I can answer, her face lights up as she spots someone behind me. I turn and straighten up as a mountain of a guy barrels toward me, his eyes blazing. I back off slightly, sensing I'm in trouble, but as he nears me, his annoyed expression is replaced with one of awe.
“Holy shit, you’re Jake Tanner.”
He laughs and claps his hand on my back. My heart thumps, because I'm pretty sure if I were anyone else I'd be lying on my back on the floor right now, bleeding from my nose. It's not the first time my name has gotten me out of a tight situatation, but just as often, it's put me into them.
“That goal, man. I tell ya, I thought we were gone for sure, then you came out of nowhere. I love you, man.” He throws his arms around me, lifting me square off the floor.
When he lets me go, I grin and lean back, winking at blondie, who rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed that this wasn’t going to plan. A chick as hot as she is has to be a regular target for any guy looking for a quick fix.
“Maybe you can test out your theory on my boyfriend,” she mutters.
“Or maybe your boyfriend will loan you to me for the night,” I reply, holding her gaze. Her eyes widen and she glances at her boyfriend, obviously expecting him to smash my face in. Hell, I’m expecting it too. Sometimes my nerve surprises even me.
“Uh, really?” He hesitates, then takes a deep breath. “If that’s what you want, then sure.”
Blondie gasps and jumps of her seat.
“Darren, you arsehole,” she rants, whacking him over the head with her handbag. He shrugs as if he can’t see what the big deal is.
“He’s Jake Tanner, babe. You should be honoured.”
Chuckling, I cross my arms over my chest. I’m liking this guy more and more. I look back at blondie and raise my eyebrows. She huffs and stalks off, in the direction of the exit. Oh well. Plenty more chicks around here who would appreciate going home with me. And if that fails, at least I still have Darren.