Page 80 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“You too,” Devin says and then gets settled in his seat while I shuffle us over to ours. Thankfully, we have pods that are connected with walls that rise, blocking us off from everyone around us.
I guide Sloane into the pod and immediately put up the wall before sitting her down and taking a seat as well.
“Oh, this is roomy?—”
“What the hell were you doing with him?” I whisper, getting extremely close to her.
“Pardon me?” she asks, leaning back.
“You were dancing in an airport bar with him? While I was fucking waiting for you, worried that you weren’t going to show up?”
“You were worried?” she asks, a crinkle to her brow.
“Yeah, I was fucking worried. I was texting you, calling, you weren’t answering, and then you show up with that fuck, hanging all over him.”
“Uh, first of all”—she holds up her finger—“I was not hanging all over him. Second of all, he was the one who stopped me. We got to talking, and I just lost track of time. I guess it was good we were on the same flight, huh?”
“I don’t like him,” I say.
“You don’t know him.”
“I know him enough that I understand the way he was clinging to you, the way he was looking at you. And that bullshit about the football party, he brought that up only to make me jealous.”
“Yeah, and it seems like it worked.”
“Sloane, don’t test me,” I say, my irritation at an all-time high. And here I was, thinking I scared her away.
“As if I would want to poke the bear.” She rolls her eyes and gets comfortable in her seat. “Trust me, the last thing I want to do is get this”—she motions to my body—“all riled up.” She plucks the complimentary headphones from the hook and plugs them in before putting them over her ears.
I’m quick to remove them.
“We’re not finished here.”
“We sure are,” she says. “I’m not playing this game with you. There’s nothing to be upset about.”
“So…if you saw me dancing with an ex?—”
“He’s not an ex, just a guy that…you know.” She shrugs and then starts scrolling through the movies on the screen in front of her.
“That you what?”
“Come on, Hudson, use your brain. It’s the thing that’s causing you to be jealous right now.”
“Were you fuck buddies?” I ask.
“If it needs a label, sure.”
“I thought there was only one guy who…” My voice trails off as realization hits me. “Is that the guy? That’s the Devin you mentioned?” I ask.
“Yup,” she says and that just pushes me right over the goddamn edge.
He’s the guy who has a choke hold on her orgasm.
The one and only guy that’s ever made Sloane come.
She taps on the comedy genre and then chuckles when she seesAnchormanas a choice. She goes to click on it, but I stop her.
In a low, almost desperate voice, I say, “Sloane, how would you like it if?—”
