With legs for days, creamy skin, long, raven-black hair, bright green eyes, and the similar-looking too-short black dresses the two are wearing, they look ready to walk a runway, not attend a house party.
Only 25 years old, Clary and Chloe are established businesswomen who run a successful boutique in Adenbrooke. They’re considered as “style icons” around town, according to Bob. And those very “style icons” are currently glued to Cass’s side, all but slithering over him like leeches.
It’s not like I’m keeping tabs on him or anything, but I can’t deny the fact that I got all jittery and restless when Gerald told me he’d invited the ‘hot fellow’I’d attended his wedding with, to the party tonight.
I’d been shocked to see Cass walking in through the open patio doors an hour ago, but I’d tried not to act too affected by his presence. It was hard not to show, but I’d tried.
When our eyes had met, he’d been the first to look away, and when Ger had asked him to join him for a drink, I’d gone back to serving lemonade to the kids, and beer to the adults.
“Glaring murderously in their direction won’t make them vanish, you know,” Emma says to me.
I blink and face her. “What?”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t act dumb, Nia; you know what I’m talking about.”
I shift in my seat, then look at Cass and the twin leeches again.
Wearing a white Henley, a black winter coat, dark grey jeans, and black boots, he looks too good for the very air around us. His hair is damp and tied loosely at the back of his head, which only added to his seamless appearance.
I clear my throat and drag my eyes away from him. “What else can I do, Em? I can’t help myself when it comes to him.” I bring my hair over a shoulder. “My eyes keep going back to him even when I try not to let them.”
She exhales a puff of air. “I get it, babe; I do. But you promised you’d enjoy yourself today, so maybe focus on that a little bit. And I know he hasn’t approached you yet, but that’s okay. You can be the one to do it later, can’t you? Wait for a while and see how things go, though. Maybe he’s looking for a spare moment to steal you away, or maybe he’s just a dick. Either way, it’s his loss, really. There’s plenty of other dicks in the sea. Take your pick and go to town with it. Puntotallyintended on the town thing.”
“I agree,” Bob says enthusiastically.
I sigh. “Of course you do.”
He shrugs, and I point a finger at Emma. “First of all, it’s plenty offishin the sea, notdicks. But thanks to you, I now can’t get the image of floating dicks out of my head.” When her and Bob laugh, I flip them off. “And second of all, I’m totally enjoying myself right now, what with serving drinks to this thirsty crowdand all.” I glance at said crowd, then purse my lips. “But in all honesty, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” I grab a glass of lemonade and down it in one go. “I just fucking don’t.” I throw the empty glass into the bin and glare at Clary and Chloe, who have their arms wrapped around Cass’s.
“You need alcohol, Nia, not lemonade,” Emma muses as she smirks at me.
“Fuck you,” I grumble.
She chuckles, and so does Bob.
Great. At least I’m capable of providing free entertainment to people.
Emma opens her mouth to say something, when suddenly,Desire, by Sam Smith and Calvin Harris, starts playing on the speakers set up on the porch.
I look around, and find Gerald fiddling with the laptop that’s connected to the speakers.
Emma arches a brow at me. “That old nugget sure does know his shit.” She then turns to her husband, who is busy chatting up a work friend. “Hon, you wanna dance?”
He grins at her. “You know I do.”
The two reach the center of the garden and start jumping and singing along with the song. To no one’s surprise, almost everyone joins them. Well, all except for the senior members in attendance.
The kids jump and squeal; the adults dance as awkwardly as they’d be expected to. Clary and Chloe drag Cass into the crowd, and I watch, while fuming immaturely, as they twirl and circle around him like starving harpies. He places his hands on one of the twin’s waist and gives her a small smile, then chuckles when the other leaps on his back, which makes the kids go wild.
I clear my throat and look at Bob, who is smiling fondly at the scene before us.
“Hey, Bob.”
He faces me, still all smiles. “Yeah?”
“You wanna dance?” I ask.
His eyes widen. He opens and closes his mouth multiple times, then scratches his head. “You…you wannadance…withme?”
