“Oh, babe.” Jenna pats her arm. “For what you did, there isn’t one.”
Blair’s the one to laugh loudly this time, and in the process, she stumbles until I steady her again.
“I’m fine.” She shakes me off. “Where’s your hotel?”
She’s not fine. But I’m smart enough to know she’s not going to let me help her. No matter how badly I want to. Instead, I resort to casual humor to hide my concern. “This way, ladies.”
I hit them both with a cheesy grin and Blair fake gags. “How many times have you said that in reference to your hotel?”
“Said what?” I know exactly what she’s referring to, but I want to see the jealousy in her eyes.
“This way, ladies,” she mocks, attempting my voice as she rolls her eyes.
“Once or twice,” I lie. “But never in LA.”
Jenna’s lips quirk into a grin while Blair’s eyes flare with a jealous rage she disguises as disgust.
And a spark ignites inside me.
Does she still want me? Can I still elicit the soft little mewls I once could by running my finger along the nape of her neck?
Her lips part as though she’s imagining the same thing and I’ve got my answer.Yes. Even with the fucker around. A stupid happiness takes over me, but I don’t let it get too far. Not yet.
“Come on.” I gesture in the direction of the hotel. “There are too many eyes here.” I reach for Blair’s hand, but she snaps it back before curling her arm through Jenna’s.
“Let’s go,” she says and I snort out a laugh.
“Great. The blind leading the blind.”What have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Blair
Zane’s staying in a fancy hotel—of course—and while I don’t feel out of place, I am definitelyunderdressed. I’d be more at home in a stylish silk dress and sky-high heels rather than my skintight jeans and off-the-shoulder blouse. After dropping my bag home, I opted for a more casual outfit than I’d normally wear out since I would no longer be on Nathan’s arm, and I’m regretting it. Among other things.
Like following Zane into his hotel.
If I was thinking more clearly, I’d probably stay outside, but the second we push through the opulent floor-to-ceiling doors, there’s no going back. The soft looking velvet couches are screaming my name, and I desperately need to sit down.
Walking slowly, I concentrate hard on placing one foot in front of the other, determined not to make a fool of myself, and I almost wish I’d let Zane take my hand. The journey with Jenna felt more like being dragged by a dog on a leash. We barely managed a few steps without one of us stumbling and the othertripping in the opposite direction, meaning the short two blocks seemed to take hours.
“We made it,” Jenna cheers loudly and I audibly groan. Zane’s going to have something to say about that, but at least he was there to catch me the few times Ididfall. “Look how lavish those chairs are,” she continues, awe in her expression. “Blair, donotpuke. You’ll get us kicked out.”
I pause, focusing on my stomach for a beat, and when it doesn’t rumble, I smile. “Honestly, I think the worst of it made it onto Zane’s shoes. We’re good now.”
“Perfect.” She beams.
“Yes,perfect.” Zane rolls his eyes and laughter bubbles out of me.
“Ew. You stink, Zane. Can you please go and change?”
“What are you, twelve?” Zane stares at me deadpan, but the corners of his eyes crinkle, giving away his amusement.
“I waswaymore mature at twelve. You know that. This is me drunk. Something youdon’tknow.”
At that he raises an eyebrow, and his beautiful lips quirk into a smile. My gaze lingers on his mouth longer than it should before I register what his expression means.
Wait? I frown, my attention shifting to his knowing expression.Has he seen me drunk? I’ve only been this bad a handful of times and most of them were in college, except for Cade’s eighteenth birthday when I found the alcohol he’d snuck into the house.
