Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(71)

“Thanks, babe.” I said.

“Hope it’s dirty enough for you,” he responded with a wink.

“Is there such thing as dirty enough?” I teased.

He put his hand on his chest. “A girl after my own heart.”

“So…an alcoholic?” I joked.

“Ouch,” he leaned back as if I had wounded him. “And after all I’ve done for you.”

“You make drinks that I pay for,” I reminded him. “Which is your job.”

I had been so focused on teasing Chase that I hadn’t even noticed the tall, slinky brunette who had sidled up next to me at the bar.

“Excuse me,” she said in the kind of low, throaty voice that made men swoon. “Can I get a Sex on the Beach?”

I tried not to roll my eyes, but Chase just flashed his panty-dropping smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” he said. “With or without sand?”

I chuckled, but the brunette just blinked at him, clearly not getting the joke.

“No sand then,” Chase said, undeterred. The brunette smiled at him, and I could practically see her panties evaporating.

Men. It was so easy for them.

I turned back to Alex, hoping we could commiserate the way we usually did around annoyingly beautiful women, but she had returned to sucking face with Emerson. I sighed. I loved my best friend and I was happy that she was happy, but damn, if it wasn’t exhausting being the third wheel all the time.

Finishing my martini, I glanced over to see the leggy brunette sliding a piece of paper across the bar towards Chase. Her phone number was written there with a lipstick kiss to accompany it. Then she sauntered off, wiggling her non-existent hips.

“Smooth moves,” I said to Chase, who pocketed the number. He was already in the process of making me another martini.

“You know me,” he shrugged.

“I certainly do,” I said, taking a sip of my third drink, and knowing it wouldn’t be the last one I had tonight.

“If you ever need tips,” Chase told me. “Give me a call.”

“The number on the bathroom wall, correct?” I teased.

Chase laughed. “If it says ‘call this for a good time’, then yes, that’s me.”

And then he sauntered off, with the confidence of a man who could sleep with anyone woman he wanted to, leaving me behind with my already half empty martini glass.

Maybe I did need some tips. And who better to provide them than Rascal’s very own playboy?

If anyone could tell me how to seduce a man, it was Chase.

Maybe I could stay for one more drink…