And yet, every girl I knew was far too eager to drop her panties at the prospect of banging one of them. Except me. I only knew them by reputation; never cared enough to look them up.
“When is life fair?” I mumbled, toying with the corner of the menu. My gaze wandered past the bleached-blonde in the passenger seat to the driver.
The world spun. My stomach dropped, followed by my heart.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
This can’t be real. This isn’t happening.
Hoisting the menu in front of my face, I sank deeper into my chair.
Ainsley gave me a funny look. “What are you doing? Are you hiding from someone? Is your mom here?”
“It’s him,” I hissed, peeking out from the side of the menu at her.
“Who? The Elite?”
The Elite. The fucking Elite.Those words echoed in my head.
I wanted to crawl into the nearest manhole. I had slept with one of the Elite.
Someone kill me now.
“Ainsley,” I groaned. “The driver.”
“Brock Taylor,” she supplied. “Unbelievably gorgeous. Killer smile. Quarterback at the Academy,” she stated like she was reading his bio. “What about him? You interested?”
I swallowed. “I had sex with him. He is the guy from the wedding.”
Her eyes bulged. “Are you shitting me?” Then she started to giggle. “Oh, Josie. That is goddamn classic. You had sex with Brock Taylor. He isn’t just one of the Elite. He istheElite.”
“You are so not helping,” I complained, daring to inch the menu down so my eyes peered over the top. Shock hummed through my bones. I was going to faint.
This was worst-case scenario. The guy I never thought to see again went to the Academy—to the school I would attend in a week. Was it too late to convince Angie to let me homeschool?
How was I going to face him every day at school?
Ainsley’s eyes bounced from the sleek SUV to me. “I can’t believe you didn’t know who Brock was.”
“I know of him. I just didn’t know what he looked like,” I said in my defense, dropping the menu onto the table. My gaze landed back on the car’s driver. If he saw me sitting here, would he recognize me? Probably not. He laughed at something someone in the back seat said. The Range Rover was loaded with people. Presumably the other three guys, Brock’s best friends, and whatever girls they considered worthy of them this week.
I hated the ever-so-slight flutter in my chest at the thought of having been one of those girls for just a single night.
“No wonder you’ve been torturing yourself with memories of the hottest sex of your life.” A knowing grin spread over Ainsley’s glossy lips. “He looks good,” she purred, eyes devouring the car.
I averted my gaze back to the menu. “Which one?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
“Fine. Brock Taylor looks good,” I begrudgingly admitted.
She tapped a black-painted nail against her lip and raised a brow at me, a menacing smile on her lips. She had her diamond stud in today, and it winked above her lip, twinkling at me. “I bet even their dicks are gorgeous.” Ainsley was known to be crass. It was part of her charm.
I shook my head, biting on my lip so she wouldn’t see the stupid smile trying to break over my mouth. “You’re making me lose my appetite.” I didn’t want to think about the Elite’s junk, and still, I couldn’t stop my mind from going back to that night.
She eyed the black car stopped at the red light directly in front of the restaurant as if it were a piece of candy she wanted to lick. “I’d fuck them all. Probably at the same time.”
“Ainsley!” I hissed before it turned into a laugh. “You are unbelievable.” The light turned green, and the Range Rover took off. I watched the rear license plate as it drove down a few blocks and disappeared, Brock Taylor with it.