12. Tyson
TYSON
I pulled into the parking lot of Asylum and Vance was standing by the front desk in gym shorts and sneakers.
No shirt. Fucking show off. Blondie at the front desk loved it.
She was touching his arm and her eyes just kept raking up and down his body.
A bit of jealousy clouded my vision but I quickly shoved it down.
“C’mon Vance, not out here.” I shoved him back through the doors. “We are still a business.”
“Sorry boss, just basking in the glow of getting a date with your mystery girl.” I grabbed his arm and he winced.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Scrambling, I knew I’d only have his attention for a short moment before he went back to gloating. “She was here? When?”
“She stopped by to see you, luckily I was here.” He jerked out of my grasp. “And we are going for drinks.”
This fucking guy. He has balls the size of fucking Texas. I was regretting spilling my guts while kicking his ass on Sunday. “Cancel it.” I growled.
“Nope. Sorry, you snooze, you lose. She’s a big girl, she can make her own decisions. She came here looking for you and I swooped in to save the day.” He was high fiving himself in his mind.
New tactic, “Where are you going?”
“Fat chance I’m telling you that. You're obsessive enough that you’ll show up.” He wasn’t a complete idiot. “I would know.” Then a wink. He already had this planned out.
“She’ll get one look at your shrimp dick and walk out. I promise.” I knew better, but still.
He bent over laughing. “She barely agreed to a drink, I love that you think she’ll sleep with me. Actually, that helps my ego a little. Thanks pal.” He gave my shoulder a teasing punch, enough that I flinched. “Seriously. I needed that to get through today.”
He walked back to the locker room shaking his head. Why would she agree to go on a date with that idiot? “Hey Ty?” Vance paused in the doorway and waited until I looked at him. “You know I don’t have a shrimp dick.” Then he was gone. Fucking idiot.