“Better than being the bitch.” I giggle.
“One day, I’ll happily be your manager.” Jane pats my knee, reaching from the front seat. “I’ll take you to the stars, baby.”
We giggle and tease each other before Iz flirts with the valet. He eats it up, turning red all the way to his collar. We wave at him as he drives off, and Iz tucks the ticket into her purse. “Let’s get trashed and trashy, ladies.”
“Uh, no.” Jane laughs. “I’d like to stay somewhat aware of whatever I get into. It might have to hold me over for another month.”
We all laugh and loop arms as we walk in.
It’s been too long since I’ve been to a place like this. It was all hiding in the back of fancy restaurants eating fancy dinners with Stephen. He paid for our privacy. We never went clubbing. Never went anywhere we could be seen without a reasonable excuse.
Before long, the girls start pointing out guys at the bar. I sigh and shake my head. I’m not interested in going home with anyone. I don’t think I’d find anyone interesting who could get in my bed or between my legs. I can’t help it if I’m only interested in one man.
“Before we start fishing, I need a fuckin’ drink,” I grumble.
“Don’t shit on the party before it starts.” Iz huffs. “If we’re only getting bitchy, Liv, then you should get a taxi.”
“Hey!”
“I mean it.” Iz points at me as Jane walks to the bar, scoping out the guys between the door and the back of the building. “Jane deserves a great night. We can do movie night and ice cream whenever. Give her this. Even if you have to pretend.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll watch my tone,” I promise.
“Good. And try to fucking enjoy yourself. Get the asshole out of your head and make him regret ever kicking you out.”
I smile and agree. If only it’s that easy.
Chase
Ican’t fucking believe my big brother would make a reservation at a place like this. It’s the opposite of his scene. A club with liquor flowing and plenty of women. Women dressed to kill. Women who were eagerly eyeing up each and every guy walking through the door. Plus, giant TVs flashing sports and music videos.
Sexy women shaking their asses and the game? Life doesn’t get any better.
Stephen’s lips turn down for half a second, but he motions us to a reserved booth. I collapse into it and adjust my sling. “I dressed up for this?”
“About time you get in a suit.”
“I’m surprised that you chose this place. I would have put money on you never entering a club. But I’d also put money on you being a bottom, so what do I know?” I chuckle.
At least half a dozen girls cling to us whenever we left our table. But I’m not the kind of guy who wants to be served, even if Stephen is. So after the first round, I volunteer to go to the bar while he waits for an appetizer.
And three sexy women approach me in reward. I flash them a smile and a wink, but none know my name, and none ask about hockey, the team, other guys I know. I’m just Chase here. No one special, but someone fuckable all the same. It’s fucking excellent.
Still, it’s better to be with a drinking buddy. Stephen takes a drink and nods. “Good alcohol.”
“Excellent conversation, huh?” I chuckle. “Do you actually commune with commoners, or only other execs?”
“This isn’t exactly what I thought it would be. I pictured waiters and a full meal.”
“Then it’s a good surprise. When did you get so uptight? The brother I remember could party with frat boys and drink them under the table.”
“I grew up.”
“Well, fucking remind me not to. You got boring, dude.” I snort. “Can you at least appreciate the fucking gorgeous women around here? Flash them a smile and they’ll beg you to come home. Show them your house, they’ll show a whole lot more.”
He chuckles but shakes his head. “They’ll like it for bragging rights.”
“A like is still a like,” I remind him.