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“You’re a real jerk!” Dessie yelled.
“For once we agree on something,” Mia said to her as she opened the front door. “Are you coming in or staying out here?”
Dessie tossed her bleached blonde hair and stormed past Mia, who looked at Army before she went back inside. “You’re the worst kind of asshole. You pretend to be decent just to further your game.”
Army glowered. “I didn’t see you objecting, sweetheart. If Dessie hadn’t come out, you’d be rubbing against me like a cat in heat while I had my tongue halfway down your throat. You’re just fuckin’ pissed because you know I’m right. You want me and I want you. Grow the fuck up, lady, and get over here.”
“Are you for real? You talk like you’re in a low-budget porn film. Unbelievable.”
“Good luck with your next fight,Stiletto.That name suits you way better.” Army stalked toward her, and she quickly stepped inside as he marched by. She watched as he walked back to his table, said something to Taylor, then headed to the back exit of the eatery.
Mia sat down and her friends stared at her. She didn’t want to tell them how she almost made a complete fool of herself outside. She was madder than hell at Army, mostly because what he said was true—she was pissed because she wanted him.Your body did. It’s natural to be aroused by an attractive man.Mia would just have to make sure she kept her body in check. It wouldn’t be that hard, especially since she doubted she’d ever see him again. A macho guy like Army had too much pride to seek her out, and in the off chance he did, she’d have to be strong. She was an athlete and used to discipline and sacrifice.Ignoring the fuckface shouldn’t be too hard.If she could withstand Goliath’s grueling workouts, she could handle anything, especially Army.
“So, are you going to tell us what happened with Mr. Super Stud?” Danielle asked.
Mia shrugged and quirked her lips. “Nothing to tell.”
“You looked pretty pissed when you came back and Mr. Super Stud stormed by the table. That doesn’t sound like nothing.” Danielle plopped a bite of cheesecake in her mouth.
“He’s a jerk, and I put him in his place. Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s all there is to it.” Mia waved the waiter over and ordered a Manhattan—her go-to comfort drink when life got jumbled. Ronica’s penetrating stare told her that her best friend wasn’t buying her nonchalant act for one minute. In time, she’d tell Ronica what happened, but at that moment, Army, and how he made her feel, were the last things she wanted to talk about.
Not paying attention to Ronica, Mia leaned back in her chair and brought up a subject they all loved—hair color.
As the women chatted and she sipped her drink, thoughts of Army invaded her mind. The sound of his voice, his touch, his manly scent, and his sexy, but annoying walk all played havoc with her emotions. Mia knew the score with a guy like him, and she could guarantee that she wasn’t on his mind. Nope, Mia just couldn’t get involved with someone like Army no matter how much her body wanted him.
I have to focus on my business and my training. That’s the key. In a few days, I won’t even remember his name.
All would be good if only she believed it.
