“It means I need to find a way to control my hormones around her. If I keep checking her out, she’s going to realize I have a lush  on her.” Blair drank the rest of her beer and slammed it down on the bar. “Did I tell you how I caught her  checking me out at the pool, though?”

Marisol rolled her eyes. “Only about one million times.”

“Well, what do you think that means?” Blair had no idea why she was worrying about this so much. She was used to women checking her out. She was also a hopeless flirt who was ridiculously gay. Finding a woman attractive and making that fact known was nothing new to her. She had even found herself accidentally flirting with her professors at times, but she had never spent time thinking about the way they looked at her (probably because they didn’t look at her the way Erin had at the pool).

Instead of addressing Blair right away, Marisol looked at Ralph and shook her empty glass. “I’m going to need another one of these, Ralph. This girl is driving me nuts.”

Ralph lifted both eyebrows as he looked between the two of them. “You know the rule. You can only get a second drink if you order food. I need you to have something to soak up the alcohol, unless you’re planning to have someone pick you up.”

“Fine, Dad ,” Marisol said jokingly. “Give us the loaded cheese fries and an order of hot wings. That should definitely soak up the alcohol.”

Ralph gave them a satisfied smile. “Coming right up.”

Blair waved an accusatory finger at him. “You know what, Ralph? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you only made that rule to take our money.”

Ralph laughed as he picked up Marisol’s empty glass and started making her another drink. “Gotta bring cash in somehow, right?”

Marisol stuck her tongue out at Ralph, then turned toward Blair again. “Anyway, where were we?”

“I asked what you thought it meant that Erin was checking me out.”

“It means she’s a lesbian with eyes.” Marisol ran her own eyes up and down Blair’s body, an action that would’ve sent chills down Blair’s spine if it were any woman other than her best friend. “I hate to admit this, because we both know your head is already big enough, but come on. You’re hot. She likes women. She’s going to notice a woman like you.”

“True.” Again, Blair was left to question why she was even thinking about it so much. Maybe it was the whole forbidden romance thing that made it so hot. Erin was off limits, which was why Blair couldn’t get her off her mind. What she needed was a distraction. “I think I just need to get laid. It’s been too long.”