“Then let's go find a place. Unless you don't want me,” I said, pretending to look hurt.
“I want you,” he said quickly. He looked around again. “It's just, if my friend’s girlfriend sees me with you, she's not going to care that nothing was going on. She’ll squeal to my girlfriend.”
I sat back. “But something was going on. Don't tell me you didn't like it.”
“Oh I did. But-”
I picked up my glass and twirled the ice around in it. “I get it. Some guys are afraid of their girlfriends,” I said absently. I knew it would make him mad. I wasn't disappointed.
“I'm not scared of her or anyone else. I just don't want to deal with the hassle.”
I stood. “Then follow me out. If you're the man I think you are.”
I knew I was goading him but I didn't care. I wanted some action and he was my prey. Wh
