The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 6

Melanie says, "This Brian Morton that we're all talking about ... he thinks he's God's gift to women."

"So what's new? He's a regular prick," Cassie says.

"With an ego the size of the moon," Melanie affirms.

The blonde tosses back her drink. "You can say that about his cock," she slurs.

"But you still want him," Sam says to Melanie.

She flushes slightly. Then again, it could be due to the martini in her hand. "Just to try him out. You know, to see what the fuss is all about."

"Like a one night stand?" Sam is aware that her tone has taken on a little disapproving lilt.

"What? You don't do one night stands?"

"More like a one hour stand," the blonde throws in. "And we weren't even standing."

Sam says carefully, "Well, I sort of want more in a relationship with a man. Sex is just a very small part of it."

"That's why she never gets laid," Cassie remarks. "So tell me more about this Brian. He sounds interesting."

"You'd say that." Sam rolls her eyes.

Melanie says, "He sleeps with anything that moves, apparently, but he doesn't sleep with a woman twice. Ever."

"It's his rule," says Melanie's brunette friend. "He doesn't want emotional entanglements."

"Why not?" Sam asks.

The two brunettes eye each other and shrug.

Melanie says. "Maybe you should ask him yourself."

"But the man can sure fuck," the blonde interjects. She's slumping in her seat now. She quickly downs the rest of her drink before she can lose her balance.

Cassie says, "He does sound like our high school bully. That guy could fuck you in ways you'd never imagine. And he doesn't even have to use his penis. Only thing ... I don't remember him being a dreamboat. Do you, Sam?"

A procession of vivid memories fleet through Sam's mind. The Brian Morton she knew was a huge kid in eighth grade - a little on the tubby side. Scratch that. He was hulking, overweight, and tall. Towered over everyone at fourteen. Ham-fisted. Sulky, petulant mouth. He was always with his two buddies, Caleb and Norman. He scored surprisingly good grades. Better grades than her, which was something she could never stomach about him.

"Hey, Jaws," he used to yell at her. "Bitten off someone's leg yet?"

Caleb is smiling from ear to ear as he grabs the pot of money. A tingle of satisfaction traverses through Brian.

Mission accomplished.

Of course, there's now that little thing about losing his bet. But he's confident he would be able to waltz through it easy-peasy. A weekend full of sex (albeit with the same person) may be not be as torturous as it initially sounds. He wouldn't mind it if she got kinky either. Maybe he could tie her to the bed and go for a smoke when she gets all wet and horny. Or maybe she can tie him to the bed.

He can't remember the last time he actually spent more than a night with a woman. It must have been in twelfth grade. And he must have been desperate.

Caleb looks up. "Uh oh."

Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.

A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.

And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.

Careful, he warns himself.

Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.