“What can I do you for, Noel?” The light caught the glitter of her diamond nose ring, and the black tank top showed off her generous cleavage and intricate tribal tattoo sleeves along the golden skin of her arms.
“Can I get three screaming orgasms and one pink flamingo?”
Ricki glanced over Noel’s shoulder at the table of men and quirked a brow. “Really?”
Noel flashed a devious grin. “Oh yeah. They said surprise them.”
Ricki chuckled. “Coming right up.”
Noel leaned on the wooden counter top, waiting for Ricki, when she noticed Trip come through the door with a group of his friends. His brown hair flopped over his forehead as he leaned over to whisper something to Jillian, who looked awfully cozy pressed against his side, his arm wrapped around her petite shoulders.
She turned away. Noel didn’t want to deal with Trip tonight. As casual as their relationship may have been, not once in the months they’d been sleeping together had he ever posted a selfie with her. Maybe it was petty and prideful, but what the hell? It’s not like they’d never left the bedroom. They’d gone places. Done things. She might not look like an Insta-star, but she could have squeezed in and smiled for the camera.
Geez, she was confusing her damn self. She was mad at Trip because he didn’t show her off? Did she wanted a cuddle buddy now and not just someone in her bed?
That’s a boyfriend, honey. Boyfriends lead to monogamy and till death do us part. And we don’t want any of that, remember?
Luckily, Ricki came back with the shots and a pretty martini glass of pink liquid with a flamingo straw, pulling her out of her head. “Here you go, Noel. That will be twenty dollars.”
“Thanks, Ricki. You’re awesome.” Noel handed her thirty from her clutch and picked up her drinks.
“Do you need change?” Ricki asked.
“Nah, that’s for you.”
“Thanks, babe.” Ricki shot her a wink and took off for the other end of the bar.
Noel headed back to the table, doing her best not to spill. She set the shots in front of Nick and Anthony, and placed the Pink Flamingo before Pike. He sent her an exasperated look.
“You are a pain in my ass.”
He reached for her shot, but she picked it up, sliding into the chair with ease. “Hey, get your own screaming orgasm.”
Anthony and Nick burst out laughing.
“What the hell?” Nick asked.
Noel dropped her clutch on the table and gave him a smirk. “The shot is called a screaming orgasm. It’s tasty and something Fish has never given a woman.”
“I always leave my partners satisfied,” Pike growled.
“Satisfied like, ‘It was all right’？ ‘Okay’？ ‘Adequate’？” She tipped the shot back and swallowed. The creamy liquor slid down smoothly and she tapped the glass against the table. “Anthony, you got next round?”
“That I do.” Anthony downed his shot and winked. “You’re a savage, N.”
“This I know,” she said, smacking his butt as he headed for the bar. “Hurry up!”
Pike pushed away the martini glass with a grunt. “You can question my sexual skills all you want, but I’m not drinking this glass of sugar-sweet crap.”
“How do you know it’s sugary?” Nick asked.
Pike held up the glass. “There is pink sugar around the rim! Nasty.”
Noel tweaked his bow tie with her finger. “Maybe next time don’t boss me around like I’m your bar wench.”
Nick reached across and took the flamingo, sliding the shot to Pike. “I’ll swap you.”
“Hey! If he doesn’t give one, then he doesn’t get one!”
“Give me a chance, beautiful, and you’ll be shaking the walls.”
“Gross.”
“Says you.” Pike gulped down the shot and licked his lips. “Mmmm, it’s good but a letdown from the name.”
Noel watched Nick suck on the pink straw, his neck muscles working as he swallowed. Nearly a fourth of the drink disappeared before he came up for air.
“Now that is tasty.”
Noel pointed at Nick with a smirk. “See? This is what a real man looks like.”
“Whatever,” Pike said.
Anthony came back to the table with four glasses of amber brew and four shots. “Hey, Noel, I thought you and Trip were getting it on?”
Noel winced. “Not anymore.”
Pike reached for the drinks Anthony set down. “Thank God. He’s a douche.”