by Robin Kaye
“Fitz, he’s everyone’s type. Look around. He has you and every other woman drooling over him. If you really wanna do what you said you wanted to do—Dave’s a sure thing.”
“Would you keep your voice down? God, Simon is a friend of mine.” Okay, so that was stretching it, but shit. Ronna could really be a pain in the ass. Elyse looked toward the band and wondered for the fifteenth time what she was thinking to consider a date with Dave, no less having sex with him. But then she always managed to find a reason not to sleep with the men she dated, which was why she was a twenty-four-year-old virgin. Unfortunately, it looked like this weekend wouldn’t cure that problem.
Sure, she had all the best reasons: She was focusing on school, she was too busy to date, she wasn’t desperate, but when she came right down to it, the main excuse was that not one of the men she dated made her feel one one-hundredth as much as Simon had always made her feel just by being in the same room. It was hard for a woman to consider losing her virginity to someone she felt nothing for. And so far, the only man who had ever turned her on, the only man she’d ever dreamed about, the only man she imagined in every romance novel she’d ever read was Simon Sprague.
He set a fresh beer in front of her and winked. “It’s on the house. Sit tight while I fill these drink orders, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Elyse nodded, and then smirked at Ronna. “Tell Dave I ran into an old family friend, so I’ll probably be a while.”
