“That’s the plan.”
Bentley gets a shit-eating grin on his face. “What if I told you I beat you to it?”
I narrow my eyes. “The fuck you say?”
“Why you getting so angry, bro?” The asshole laughs. “You say you’re not into her. You told me you couldn’t care less if I fucked her. If either of those things were true, why do you care who she goes to the party with?”
“I don’t.” I run my hands through my hair.
“Uh huh,” he taunts. “Well, buddy, I’ll do you a solid and admit that I haven’t asked her... yet. But I do have every intention of making a move if you don’t. You’re not the only one she’s hot for and I plan on exploiting the shit out of that.”
This fucker is looking to get a rise out of me, but I won’t let him.
I relax my jaw. “Be my guest.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Is that your final answer?”
“Go for it,” I insist. “Jasmine Callahan means nothing to me.”
Bentley laughs. “All right, man, if you say so. But remember this conversation when she’s in one of Reed’s guest rooms with me on Friday night.”
Not if I have anything to say about it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JAZZ
“You’re going with me to Reed’s party on Friday night.”
I glance over at the bossy ass who just sat next to me at lunch. “Nice greeting, jackass. How about next time you try, ‘Hi, Jazz. How’s your day going?’”
Kingston’s jaw clenches. I totally don’t notice his eyes are more brown than green today. “Hi, Jazz. How’s your day going?”
“See? That wasn’t too hard, was it?” I give him a condescending pat on the cheek, making the rest of our table laugh.
“Watch it,” he warns.
I lift my eyebrows in challenge. “Or what?”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Or I won’t tell you about your surprise.”
“What surprise?” Ainsley asks.
Kingston points to his sister. “Stay out of it, Ainsley.”
She gives him a sugary smile before turning to me. “Do you want me to stay out of it, Jazz?”
I bite back a laugh. I love how much she enjoys fucking with her brother.
“Nope.” I emphasize the word with a pop. “What surprise?”
Kingston stares at my lips before moving back up to my eyes.
“Go to Reed’s party with me and I’ll tell you.”
Bentley, who’s sitting on the other side of me, leans into my ear and whispers, “Make him work for it, baby girl.”
I sit back in my chair. “What makes you think I’d have the desire to go to any party after what happened during the last one I attended?”