Just Being Friendly: Jay
I was vibrating. It wasn't the adrenaline of the racetrack or the caffeine from the steakhouse; it was a pure, concentrated heat that started in my chest and settled in my knuckles. I had spent the last two hours being a prop — Tiffany’s arm candy, a trophy for her to flaunt — but watching this guy Mark invade Mallory’s space was the breaking point. Tiffany was still clinging to my arm, her perfume cloying and heavy, but I was barely aware of her. My focus was a laser beam on the guy in the navy polo. "Hey, I'm just being friendly," Mark said, his voice smooth, oblivious to the fact that he was walking on a thin sheet of ice over a very deep lake. He turned back to Mallory, ignoring my warning. "So, Mallory, about that geometry lesson? Maybe after this, we could grab a drink somewhere th
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