Renee’s eyes were on me as I slid off the barstool and walked across the room toward their table. Matt and Aaron’s eyes were on my back. I could feel them, but I didn’t hesitate, and I didn’t slow down. I had to show those fuckers a thing or two about picking up a woman.
A few women in the bar watched me walk, their eyes drifting over my ass. A couple of them whispered to each other, giggling. I felt good. Confident. I had this in the bag. Who cared if it was Renee Lyon? She was the same as any other.
“Hi,” I said, holding out my hand as I got to Renee’s table. The other two girls, friends of Renee’s, eyed me suspiciously. The chick with pink hair licked her lips like a hungry animal as I squeezed in between her and the other girl, eyes still firmly on my target. “I’m Jake.”
“I know who
