CJ only smiled at her reaction. He was surprised she hadn't stomped on his toe with one of those homicidal boots of hers and, possibly, a little disappointed.
He cocked his head to the side and let out a slow breath. "I don't screw cheerleaders, so it's still safe to sleep with me." He flashed her another amused grin. "At least not that I'm aware but then again, I don't take resumes." He gave a careless shrug. "But if you just had a fleeting urge to get fucked just to one up Lisa and now your done with me, I completely understand that too, Savannah."
Another drink and his buzz was nicely renewed and his glass empty. He moved to set it down on one of the tables and plopped down into one of the lounge chairs. "Wanna sit?" he inquired, looking up at her with intent green eyes.