Goldie pops the top of the mixer and pours out three martinis, her brows furrow as if considering my proposal.
“Do you need me to escort him out?” one of the men ask her.
“I’d be happy to do it,” another eagerly jumps in.
Her eyes dart between them as she bites on her lower lip. They are making her nervous, but they don’t notice.
The longer I stand there, the strange buzz against my skin lessens ever so slightly. Is it her effect on me? Or have all these guys been rubbing socks on carpet?
“I only need a minute,” I explain, as if that will help. “Promise.”
Goldie gives me a curt nod. “I’ll be right back boys.” She sets the three pink martinis on a tray off to the side. Almost instantly, a girl with cool black skin and pure white hair steps up to grab it. Her striking blue eyes widen as she takes me in.
Feeling more unsure than before, I stuff my hands back in my pockets.
“Can you cover me a minute, Snow?” Goldie asks.
Snow nods with a soft smile. “Of course. I’ll just drop these drinks off then come take your spot.”
With that Goldie saunters around the bar and breezes by me. Feeling the glare of a thousand daggers, I turn my back on the salty gentlemen she’s abandoned and follow.
Goldie only gets a few steps before a much shorter man steps in the way. His blonde hair is slicked back, he wears a pink button up shirt and a watch that costs more than my car.
If it weren’t for JJ this is probably Goldie’s ideal type.
“Where are you going, baby girl? Is this guy bothering you?” he asks, sending a warning look over her shoulder at me.
I stare back at him with a flat expression. His compact muscles looks like they’ve been curated in a gym. But I’m almost a foot taller, and I’m a were, but he doesn’t know that. I’m not technically allowed here in a human’s only bar, but I figured it would be acceptable for a five-minute chat.
“No, I’m alright Lawrence. I’ll be back out in a couple minutes,” Goldie says in a pleasant voice, but like the lines around her eyes, I can tell it’s strained.
After a long moment, he steps to the side. But not before he grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze. “Every minute you’re away is torture, baby girl.”
My eyebrows shoot up at that. No wonder she was pissed I didn’t fall backwards over her heart-shaped cake. She’s used to being treated like a rare jewel everywhere she goes.
Not that she doesn’t shine and sparkle like one, but I’ve seen my own brother’s core rot from being spoiled by the same kind of treatment.
Maybe that’s what makes them perfect for each other. They are both charismatic and spoiled.
Something in my chest sinks to my stomach.
Goldie extracts her hand before resuming her journey to the back. I staunchly ignore Lawrence’s glare and follow.
Goldie leads me past the restrooms into a room marked employee’s only. It’s small with bubblegum pink lockers.
Hmm. Wonder who’s responsible for the decorating here?
As soon as the door clicks shut behind me, Goldie whirls around, heat blazing in her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Her arms cross over her chest.
My mouth goes dry as I realize how close we are in the small space. That honey scent with light floral and fruity hints engulfs me and makes it even harder to control certain body parts.
No. I refuse to be that kind of bastard. I’m here to speak my peace.
But words erupt from me like a volcano. “You were so desperate to see inside my house, you slept with my brother?”
Goldie steps back, a hand covering that infuriating, enticing neckline. “Your brother? Your house?”
