“I think I love you!” Gemma shouted to Matt.
More alcohol. More dancing. More inappropriate jokes. The world started spinning. Stumbling became a new dance move.
“Who ate my chicken wings?”
Tyler smiled as his arm slipped around her waist. “You did!”
And then there was kissing…so much kissing.
“I can’t feel my face,” Matt yelled.
Several steps of uncoordinated line dancing followed by more kissing. Dizzy hopping. Flirtatious smiles. More kissing.
Gemma and Jordan doing the can-can. Legs accidentally kicking some poor guy on the dance floor. “Sorry!”
Tyler slowly catching up to the rest of them. “The world can run on joy.”
Jordan giggling uncontrollably. Matt rubbing his nose against Gemma’s. Neil shrugging. “What happened to my shirt?”
Tyler pulling her into his arms, his hand closing over her ass and then more kissing.
“I just need to get something,” Gemma said, scratching through the purse hanging on Jordan’s shoulder.
Legs incredibly unsteady. Everything spinning faster around her. Face so hot. Body feeling rather numb. “We’re all gonna be fucked tomorrow.”
About half an hour after that, the DJ started playing crappy love songs as an attempt to get rid of the crowd. Shirtless Neil was chatting up a guy and didn’t seem to notice, but Jordan and Tyler took the hint and staggered out of the bar. It was three o’ clock in the morning and the cool air sobered her up a fraction.
“That was amazing,” she said.
He nodded in agreement. “Yeah.”
She smiled and looked around the parking lot, her eyebrows creasing when she noted the empty spot a few feet away. “Where the fuck is my car?” She spun around, almost stumbling over as her eyes searched everywhere. “I parked it right there.” She dizzily reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. “I’m gonna call it…and when…and when it rings, I’ll know where it is.”
Tyler chuckled and shook his head. “The fact that you wanna call your car means you shouldn’t be driving.”
She unlocked her phone and encountered a text.
Gemma:Matt came with Tyler’s driver and didn’t have a ride home.
Gemma:Borrowed your car XOXO
Jordan’s response was a mixture of auto correct and just plain drunkenness.
Jordan:U ducking slut!
Jordan:U tole my card. Howm I support to get home????!
She didn’t get a reply and that probably meant Gem was knocking cowboy boots with Matt.
“Well, that’s just great,” she muttered irritably. “Gemma took my car. When did they leave?”
“Right after she went scratching through your purse. I’ll take you home. We have to wait for my driver, though.” He made the call and then turned his attention back to her. “He’s on his way.”
“Ah, the perks of being rich.” The slow tunes from inside filled the night air. Jordan walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s dance.”
There was a slight rumble of thunder in the distance and a few seconds later, a light drizzle began.
“Oh, my God,” she giggled. “Rain…in Seattle. What a surprise.”
