Garrett from the Bar

“You like this, don’t you?” She said, curiously. “You really do.”

I’d been watching her flirt mercilessly with other men at the bar. A couple of them realized that she was with me. They were confused at first, then decided we must be angling for a threesome. The first guy was trying to cheat on his wife. The second was too drunk to know what was going on around him. The third man, who she had on the hook now, cautiously looked back and forth between us as it dawned on him what we were into. Coincidentally, he was named Garrett. We exchanged glances when he introduced himself. After a little more flirting, Garrett knew he was going to get laid.

He'd smiled and excused himself to the bathroom.

“Yeah, I do like this,” I said, feeling the excitement rise in my stomach. I was buzzed, but I knew exactly what we were doing, and I hoped I knew how it would end. I liked witnessing her. I liked to watch.

“But,” I added, sipping my drink, “Maybe it’d be better if I weren’t here.”

She nodded, downing the last of her martini. “Yes. Go wait in the car like a good boy.”

She smiled and we kissed. I did as she said.