The bartender places another pink drink in front of her and takes my order.
“Oh my gosh! Are you Penn Hayze?” A girly screech comes from behind me.
I spin around. A petite brunette in a teeny black dress is staring up at me with starry eyes and a wide smile. This doesn’t happen often. I rarely get recognized outside of the shows. It’s usually Travis, and he loves it. I like my privacy, but I know this is part of the deal and it means people are listening to our music, which is pretty fucking cool.
“I am,” I say.
“Oh my God, I knew it! I love your music!”
“Thank you. That means a lot.” It’s rewarding to know there are people out there who give a shit about your music, especially when you put your whole fucking soul into it.
“Is the whole band here?” Her eyes dart around quickly, searching the crowd.
“Afraid not.”
The bartender slides my water across the bar top, and I turn to grab it. That’s when I notice Olivia glaring at the girl in front of me, her fresh drink nearly empty already.
“Uh. Do you want to dance?” she asks, eyes moving between Olivia and me, trying to work out if we’re together or not.
I glance at Olivia, but she turns her back, flicking her hair over her shoulder. She’s such a brat, pretending like she doesn’t care. Makes me want to wrap my fist around her hair and hand around her throat and fuck the sass right out of her.
“Maybe another time,” I say.
She frowns but accepts my answer and leaves. I head back to my seat, scanning the dance floor but not seeing Travis. These lights make it hard as shit to see straight.
Olivia falls. Literally falls into her chair. Her drink sloshesover her cup, landing on her sweater and instantly turning the white fabric pink.Jesus.
“Aw, man,” she whines, staring down at the stain. “That’s not going to come out.” She sounds seriously defeated, and it makes me chuckle. “Hey.” She stabs a finger at me. “It’s not funny. This iscashmere!”
I raise my eyebrows, letting my mouth pop open in mock horror. Her eyes narrow to slits while she takes yet another drink. I sigh, pushing the untouched water I ordered closer to her. “You should slow down. Drink some water.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” she says defiantly, and I fight a grin. She’s being feisty, and I like it. Too much. I shift in my seat as my cock starts to grow, pressing against my thigh.
“Just sayin’. It’ll help the hangover you’re definitely going to have tomorrow if you keep at that pace.” I shrug, acting like I don’t care either way.
“Why didn’t you dance with that girl? I thought youlovedgroupies,” she says, putting the rim of the cup to her lips. The pink on them matches the pink color of her drink. It’s a pretty color, one I’d love smeared on me.Everywhere.
The beer I was about to drink freezes in midair. I keep my expression blank, not wanting to show her how much I like the idea of her being jealous. “I didn’t want to, and what makes you think Ilovegroupies?”
“I’ve seen enough to know.”
The grin I was fighting slips out. I lean over the table, needing to get as close as possible. “Is that right? Tell me, what exactly did you see?”
She blinks a few times, and I think she’s going to ignore me, but she doesn’t. “You know what I saw.”
I cock my head, playing confused.
“I saw…you and that girl. She was, you know.” She waves her hand around, trying to avoid saying the words.
“Sucking my cock?”
She coughs, choking on her drink.
“You okay, Barbie?”
She clears her throat and nods before turning away. As much as I’d love to tease her more, I give her a break. She continues to drink and look anywhere but at me, while I barely touch my beer and refuse to take my eyes off her.
The alcohol starts to take effect. Her posture the entire night had been rigid and uncomfortable—up until the last few minutes—as she’s thrown back drink after drink. Her shoulders are more relaxed. Her brows no longer have a deep crease between them. There’s even a small smile playing across her lips. It’s not directed at me, though, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. I want her to loosen up around me. I tease her because I want her to fight back. Show me what’s under that prissy good girl exterior. Play with me a little.
