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their mouths to no doubt give her another lecture on sex in the twenty-first century.
None of them understood why she wanted to wait.
"You've kept Jason Bradford interested for two months and you haven't even had sex
with him?" she asked, clearly as surprised as her friends were.
"Yes," she said somewhat defensively. "Our relationship isn't about sex."
Kate sat back, back to giving her a condescending look. "Clearly."
Haley opened her mouth to give the woman a piece of her mind when Beth cut her off.
"Oh, look at that," Beth said, gesturing with her frilly pink drink towards the
entrance of the bar. Everyone looked and chuckled and for once Haley was glad that
they lived in a small town.
Jason spotted her and waved and then of course slapped Mitch upside his head when
the man blew a kiss towards her. Rolling her eyes, Haley stood up and grabbed her
purse.
"I'll be right back," she said, not really sure if she would. She really didn't feel like
spending a night getting hounded over her virginity again.
"Uh huh," Beth said.
"Sure," Amy said.
Haley didn't bother arguing with them. She was in no mood. All she wanted to do was
cuddle up with Jason while he fed her hot wings. Was that too much to ask for?
She walked over to their table. He paused mid-order when he saw her. Frowning, he
asked the waitress to come back in a few minutes.
"What's wrong, my little grasshopper?" he asked, pulling her against his side.
"Girl's night sucks," she mumbled pathetically against his shoulder.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Do you want to join guy's night?" he asked, sounding amused.
After a short pause she asked, "Do I have to have a penis?"
"I think we can ignore that requirement tonight," he said, chuckling.
"Will you buy me hot wings?" she mumbled, tracing circles on his knee.
He sighed heavily. "If I must."
"You must," she said solemnly.
"Alright. Anything else?"
She shook her head standing. "No, that will do," she announced, leaning over to press
a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll order you hot wings if you kiss me," Mitch offered. "In fact if you kiss my--Ow!
Damn it!" he snapped, glaring at Brad.
Brad gestured towards Jason with his beer. "It saves time this way."
Laughing and feeling better already, she gave Jason one last kiss before heading to
the bathroom where she would no doubt spend half the night just waiting in line.
Chapter 19
"Did you just growl?" Mitch asked, laughing.
Jason tore his eyes off his little grasshopper's retreating ass and sent a scowl towards
the man. "No." But he had. Oh goddamn, he had. He'd been imagining licking frosting
off of Haley in a hundred different ways since she'd offered.
Licking frosting off a woman was a simple fantasy and one he'd dreamed of doing for
years, but hadn't found the right woman to share it with. There was no doubt he could
have asked any one of the countless women he'd slept with in the past to live out this
little kinky fantasy with him before, but he never felt comfortable enough with any of
them.
With Haley.......
There wasn't anything he couldn't talk to the woman about. In fact he'd mentioned
this fantasy to her only last week. After she playfully teased him for a good hour
about it she swore she'd let him lick anything he wanted off her body. Anytime. Thirty
seconds later he was struggling to get his damn legs in his pants and mentally making
a shopping list when she walked back into his bedroom wearing a smile and a whip
cream bikini.
He may have tackled her to the ground and licked every damn creamy morsel off of
her before he threw his giggling grasshopper over his shoulder and carried her to the
refrigerator where he proceeded to put all the sundae toppings he had to good use.
God, he loved that woman.
"Excuse me? Do you remember me?" a beautiful woman with silky black hair asked,
tearing him from his thoughts.
Jason looked at her and frowned. He didn't have a clue who the hell she was and
judging by the appreciative look Mitch was sending her way, he'd like to get to know
her better.
"No, I'm sorry," he said, taking a sip of his beer.
Her coy smile faltered for a second, and then was back in full force. Without asking
she pulled out the chair to his left and sat down, making sure to lean forward enough
to give him a view of her generous cleavage.
She reached forward to run her fingers down his arm only to find his arm pulled back.
"Can I help you?" he asked, feeling all his good humor fade away. There was no doubt
this woman had seen Haley with him only a few minutes ago. It's funny how once
upon a time he would have found this woman's assertive behavior flattering and
probably would have ditched his date for her, but now he was with Haley. It pissed
him off to no end that women took one look at his little grasshopper and dismissed her
as if she was nothing.
"Well," she said, drawing out the word as she shifted in her chair, giving him a better
glimpse of her breasts, "I was over there with my friends and funny enough you were
the subject of conversation. Then suddenly you were here and I couldn't help but feel
that fate was telling me that you and I should be spending a long sleepless night in my
bed tonight," she said in husky voice.
"Holy shit," Mitch muttered, taking a much needed sip of beer.
"Weren't you sitting with Haley's friends?" Brad pointed out, sounding as pissed as he
felt.
She shrugged Brad's comment off. "I'm sitting with my friend," she stressed. "I would
never be friends with someone as cold as Haley."
With that announcement all three men broke out laughing. Haley was many things,
but cold? Hell no.
She may still be a bit of a pushover, but only because she truly cared about hurting
other people's feelings. Of course that was something they needed to work on, but he
was willing to overlook it for now.
The woman glared at him as she crossed her arms over her ample chest, giving him
what was probably her best bitch look.
"I wonder how you would feel if you found out you were being played," she snapped.
"Oh, and who's playing me?" Jason asked, still chuckling.
"Haley," she said.
"You can go now," he said, gesturing with his beer for her to leave. Damn, women
truly could be cold hearted bitches. Putting down his little grasshopper for a chance at
him was low. It was understandable, but low.
She cocked her head to the side, studying him. "Oh, really? Don't think she's playing
with you?"
"Would never happen," he said, gesturing again for her to leave. Even Mitch looked
like he wanted her to leave and that was saying something. The man usually wasn't
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