“Hey, Nina!”
“Joey, hi.” I give a polite smile and then eye the barman.
Hurry up, please.
I know this guy; he is everywhere we go on a night out, and it’s getting a little bit annoying.
I look over at the girls for help. Lucy is giving me the thumbs up while Megan stands, pretending to slowly grind herself on Lucy’s chair. My eyes go wide before I close them and look back to Joey.
For fuck’s sake.
“I’ve not seen you out in a while. How’s the dancing going?” Joey asks, staring far too intently into my eyes. I flick my eyes around the club, uncomfortable and not knowing where to look.
“Really great, actually. We have a show in six weeks,” I mutter back.
Joey is gorgeous; I can appreciate a good-looking man when he’s standing in front of my face, but there is something about him that doesn’t do it for me. Many times, I’ve found myself stuck chatting to him about something completely mundane. Like now, he doesn’t even acknowledge my mood. I’m clearly not interested and have hardly muttered a word, yet he is chattering on about God knows what.
My gaze flicks to the side as I see two men approach the bar, slipping in behind me. The barman places my order on the cool marble and takes my card. I use the opportunity to turn my body towards the bar and away from Joey. His lips are moving, but I’m lost in the divine smell emanating from the males to my right to understand a word he is saying.
“Two blue label scotches, please,” a deep voice asks at my back. “Did you clock the blonde in the centre booth?”
My ears perk up at the mention of the girls. Okay, I need to get rid of Joey, so I can fully listen in on their conversation.
“No,” replies the other man. He sounds bored, maybe a little bit pissy. “Don’t be that man, El.”
“Me, you mean, don’t be me,” the first guy‘El’shoots back. “Come on, Charles, you know if you’re out with me, you’re my wingman for the night. I know you noticed them too.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he teases his friend.
I nod to Joey, pretending to listen, not having a damn clue what he’s saying.
“You’ll be disappointed with that one El, she’s heartbroken.”
My frown is instant; I wasn’t expecting that. My head snaps around, eager to put a face to the man as Joey shouts in my ear.
“It’s on Netflix. You’ve got to watch it.” I instantly lean away, head butting straight into a solid bicep.
I look up and into a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Oh god, he’s flipping gorgeous. Blond hair shaved neatly at the sides and slightly longer on top. He’s tall—really tall and physically fit. His muscles strain against the smooth fabric of his pale blue shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” I mutter, jerking away.
My eyes find the other man and instantly betray me, widening in shock at the sheer maleness before me. Oh my fuck, they are both flipping hot! Dark hair, blue eyes, equally as fit, the two of them look like they belong on the front of a magazine.
I turn my attention to Joey and find him glaring at the side of my head.
Oh, please piss off.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Joey asks, hopefully.
I wince. He’s not a bad bloke, and I feel for the guy I do, but I’m just not interested.
“No. Not tonight, Joey, sorry. I’m here with the girls.”
“What about tomorrow? Do you have rehearsals?”
I would lie if I thought he’d believe me, but I’m the worst liar. I fidget and curl my fingers into my collarbone. My mum used to call me out as a kid. It was something I started doing from a young age, and even now, I don’t even realise I’m doing it.
So, I tell the truth. I mean, Joey won’t know I plan to sleep the weekend away. It’s been a busy week in the studio, and I’m exhausted. “No, I don’t work the weekend, but I am busy. Sorry.”
“Ahh, that’s okay, maybe another time?”
