“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? It’s reserved for us guys tonight. Take your girls club somewhere else,” I reply just as harshly. How can she be mad at me for booking a popular, exclusive club for the bachelor party when she did the same thing for Gwen?
Lainey’s eyes narrow, and she looks like she might explode until Gwen puts a hand on her shoulder, effectively distracting her from tearing my head off.
“It’s okay, Lane. We can all hang out together,” Gwen reasons. Ah, Gwen. Always the reasonable one. She has a temper too, don’t get me wrong. There were plenty of times I heard her and Ryker going at it, but she’s leveled out a bit.
Lainey on the other hand? I think she’s filled with so much anger and rage that it all just bubbles to the surface when she’s upset. She may act like nothing bothers her, but I know there are certain things that do.
Lainey’s lips turn down into a pout, and my dick twitches in my pants because fuck, if that isn’t the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
“This is supposed to be your bachelorette party. You’re supposed to be living it up and getting shitfaced. Not hanging out with your fiancé,” Lainey whines. Gwen laughs before scooching into the booth next to Ryker who throws his arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple.
“I wasn’t going to get shitfaced anyway. This is perfect, just the way it is. I promise,” Gwen tells Lainey, who still looks unsure of the whole situation.
Haley and Ellie grab chairs from a close by table and stick them at the end of our booth. Damian does the same, yet Lainey continues to stand.
“Come here, babe. I’ve got a great place for you to sit,” I tease, winking at her as I gesture to my lap. Her face twists in disgust while chuckles fill the table.
“Ew, Holland. Stop being gross,” Ellie squeals.
“I’d rather sit on burning coals than on your lap, you creep,” Lainey says before turning back to look at Gwen. “I have to go the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Ellie asks her, concern lacing her features. Lainey shakes her head.
“No, I just have to pee. I’ll be quick.”
As she begins to walk away, my eyes trail after her, focused on her ass as it sways back and forth to the beat of the music. My god does that woman have the perfect ass.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m standing from the booth and about to follow her.
“Where are you going?” Pat asks, his brow furrowing.
Without taking my eyes off of Lainey through the crowd, I say “I’ll be right back.”
Where am I going? Well, I’m following Lainey to the bathroom like a fucking creep. Could I tell you why? No, no I couldn’t. Here I am, standing outside the woman’s bathroom, waiting for Lainey Barkley to exit.
I am so fucking screwed.
Chapter 18
Lainey
Placing my hands on the edge of the sink in the women’s restroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. My curls fall over my shoulders and the blue of the dress I’m wearing makes my blue-grey eyes pop.
I went with a more subtle makeup look tonight with a smokey eye, some light blush and mascara.
I’m not one of those girls that can spend hours on makeup, and I’m nowhere near as good as Haley or Ellie, but I do my best.
My attire for tonight is a nice, strapless royal blue dress that stops about mid-thigh, but doesn’t make me nervous that my ass will fall out of it.
The four inch heels I’m wearing have straps that go up my shins a bit and tie into a cute little bow at the top.
I didn’t want to go too overboard with the choice of outfit tonight, so this is a happy medium between what I’d normally wear to a club and what I think is mild.
Some would look at me and say this isn’t ‘mild,’ but for me it is. This outfit is tame compared to some of the other things I’ve worn in the past.
When you’ve lived your whole life without parents telling you what to wear or where you can and can’t go, it’s easy not to care about what I wear.
I don’t even do it for male attention. I mean, maybe when I was in high school going to parties and such I was, but now? Now I do it for myself because it makes me feel confident.
