Fallen Jester (Clifton Forge, #5)

by Devney Perry

“Woohoo! To the bar.” “Aren’t we in the bar?” “What?” She cupped a hand behind her ear. “I said, aren’t we in the bar?” “What?”

When she stretched up on her toes to give our order, the man’s gaze went straight to her chest. I rolled my eyes. Did they teach that trick to men in bartending school?

Olive rarely spoke of school. If asked by a man what she did, she’d dodge the question, never boasting that she was getting her master’s degree or that she was considered one of the brightest graduate students in our program.

Olive believed that men found intelligent women unattractive. Maybe she was right.

I had no problems talking about school and it wasn’t like I had a line of men beating...

“Don’t touch me.” I swatted him away.

When he grabbed her, she just laughed and gave him a hug, pinching his ruddy cheeks like they were best friends. That woman belonged here. I most certainly did not.

If she was still with me in an hour, I’d be surprised. She’d be drunked and fucked while I got ditched. “Super fun.”

“Did you not hear what I told you earlier?” I asked. “They have reputations.” “Good. That means I’m guaranteed an orgasm.”