Cheater (Curious Liaisons, #1)(10)

“Um, yes.” Avery glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

My mind was blank.

I had nothing.

“Anyway, just remember you only get him for one day, and then everyone else gets a shot. It’s really not so bad, it just takes some getting used to—you know, like sharing a boyfriend. Basically that’s what you’re doing, and it works. I know it sounds crazy, but just give it a chance.”

Why the hell was she giving Avery pointers?

Jess’s eyes welled with tears as she glanced over at me. “I’ll always miss your touch.”

Fuck me.

The guy next to her stiffened.

“Oh, sorry, guys. This is my brother, Peter.”

Great, nothing like getting buried on a Friday. The look he gave me said to drop dead and wait for a semi to run me over.

“Anyway.” She wiped her cheeks. “Those months with Lucas Thorn were some of the best of my life. I’m sure you’ll think so too! Good luck!” She patted Avery’s hand and walked off.

I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by Avery slicing the air with one hand while the other reached for her Chardonnay. She chugged every last drop.

When the waiter walked by, she jerked him by the shirt, nearly causing him to stumble into our table. “Two shots of Knob Creek.”

I opened my mouth again, but she made a little noise, shook her head, and clamped my lips together with her fingertips.

And she stayed that way.

For the next three minutes.

Until her shots arrived.

She downed both of them. Yeah, she was definitely not the teenager I’d left back in Marysville four years ago. After a deep breath, she locked eyes with me. “Please tell me my assumptions are wrong.”

I cleared my throat. “Maybe they are?”

“Tell me you don’t have a woman for every day of the week. Tell me you don’t sleep with them and change them around like you would your socks. Tell me that she didn’t just assume I was . . . FRIDAY!” Her voice rose an octave, grabbing the attention of those at the table next to us.

“You’re wrong.” I grinned.

She let out a rough exhale.

“I sleep with a different girl every day of the week—except Sunday. That’s God’s day, so I hang out with my sister, Erin.” I smiled again for the effect. “When she answers the phone, that is.”

Avery glared at me.

And then slapped the shit out of my right cheek.

“What the hell, Avery?” I held my cheek and swore again. “I think you cracked my back molar.”

She raised her hand once more.

“What? You want the other cheek too?” I turned to avoid another slap in the same spot.

Avery stole my drink and started chugging.

“Okay, no more alcohol for you.” I pried the glass from her fingers while she was still drinking out of it. Amber and black liquid sloshed over our table. “You’re literally a menace to society.”

“Nope, only to you.” She wiped her mouth. “So you have, what, maybe six girlfriends—and you cheat on them all?”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t exactly call it cheating if they all know about one another.”

“You’re like the male component of the sister wives scenario, aren’t you?”

“We aren’t married.” I laughed. “God, can you imagine?”

Her look said, No, I can’t. Because I would strangle you in your sleep or smother your face with a pillow until your poor, pathetic body went limp.

“Look, Avery, all you need to know is what girls I’m dating so that you don’t let in a clinger.”

“‘Clinger,’” she repeated, her teeth clenching so hard that her cheeks twitched. “So you don’t want me to let in the crazy ones who still want you?”

“Stop smiling,” I grumbled. “It’s creepy with your teeth clenched. And no, don’t let them in, or I’ll tell the CEO that you can’t even turn on your computer.”

I smugly sat back in my chair and crossed my arms.

She glared at me. “That’s . . . extortion.”

“Call it what you want. I’m your boss, and the girls are part of my schedule. Shannon never had any problem with it.”

“I KNEW it was an S name!” She slammed her fist onto the table.

My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“Nothing.” She waved me off. “So keep the skanks straight. Kind of sounds like a sick sort of board game.”

“In a way it is.” I licked my lips and leaned forward, ignoring the fact that she was insulting the women. “Keep names straight, locations, likes and dislikes, in and out of bed.”

Her mouth dropped open.

I took that as an opportunity to touch her chin and nudge her mouth closed. Her skin was soft, like velvet.

Just like I’d remembered.

My fingertips lingered longer than necessary.

And my thoughts went into dangerous territory.

Because I was losing my mind. That’s the only reason my finger trailed down the side of her jaw, back and forth, until her eyelids lowered like I was putting her in a trance.

“No!” She jerked back. “I refuse to fall victim to the Lucas Thorn effect.”

“I kind of like the sound of that.” I crossed my arms and grinned.