You Can Do Better

Dana

"I lied?" I gave him a cheeky grin and opened the door for us. The place was packed, but Kendal pressed his hand to my lower back and moved us to the bar.

He leaned over and pressed his mouth beside my ear, speaking loudly.

"You good sitting at the bar?"

"Yes." I turned my face a little, putting us too close together.

He moved his hand back as his eyes widened a little. "Sorry. I forget most women don't appreciate a man leading them around like he owns her."

I moved toward the bar and waited until we were seated in a high-top table in the corner and addressed his comment.

"I think most women like a man who takes charge. I do."

"Good to know." His eyes lingered on me a little longer than was comfortable.

I'd have given a million bucks to look more like Jackie. He deserved a long, lean, beautiful girl to sit across the table from him and yet he was stuck with me. Just friends. Nothing to worry about.

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