Yet here I am with a very moody Crane and a guy who is eyeing me up from behind a couple of bottles of vodka.
“Never mind him, gorgeous. Wanna come and do some shots with me?”
Crane leans back in his chair, dropping his head back as the bottle dangles from his fingers.
“Yes,wedo.”
I lean forward, gripping Crane’s hand as I attempt to haul him to his feet until he rises of his own accord.
“Sierra, you’re not serious. Shots with college guys you don’t even know?”
Crane stares darkly at the skinny guy standing behind me as I chuckle, pushing my fingers into the corners of Crane’s mouth, forcing his lips into a crooked smile.
“Much better. Anyway, you know him, right? So come with me. Have some fun, Crane.”
“Yes, Crane, come on, my man.”
“I just want to sit here and drink, if it’s all the same to you.” Crane sweeps a hand through his hair, and I hold his gaze, not sure why I want to make sure he isn’t alone.
Although part of me knows Crane wouldn’t be alone for long, not with the cliche bad boy attire he has going on.
“Scared I’ll drink you under the table, Crane?” I tease, my brows climbing.
Crane doesn’t answer, and the guy wraps his arm around my shoulder, guiding me to the door.
Is Crane coming?
I allow this guy to guide me through the crowded rooms, stopping when we reach some kind of pool table that’s filled with shot glasses.
I place my hands on the table when I hear Kiki’s unmistakable laugh in my ear.
“Who’s the hottie?”
I turn to lay my head on her shoulder, her hand slipping around my waist as I look at Crane who has followed us.
Relief sweeps through me, and I exhale a shaky breath.
“Kai’s friend,” I mumble, watching as Skinny Guy pours the shots, dancing in time to the bass that's thumping through the floor.
Kiki pouts, shaking her head.
“Not him, this guy.”
She nods at Skinny Guy who thrusts a shot beneath my nose.
“No idea; what's your name?” I ask him, knocking back the shot as Crane watches me from the corner of the room.
“Gregory,” Skinny Guy tells me, and I glance at Kiki, making sure she got that.
I notice Liza and Jaden walking into the room, still arguing.
Jaden spots me and grins, waving Liza away...to Crane.
I drag my eyes away from Crane and Liza, away from the way she strokes his stubble, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
“Sorry about that, baby,” Jaden mutters in my ear, nodding at Kiki who is now perched on the pool table, throwing her flirtatious glances at Gregory.
Kiki commands attention; every movement she makes causes you—and everyone—to stare at her, wondering what she’s going to do next. Her shocking black hair compliments her tanned skin, her thick black choker showing off her slender throat.
