That’s all it took for that image to push its way to the forefront of my mind again. Kenny and Ayda had been about to kiss before I retreated to my bedroom.
Raquel… No, Rachel, must have seen the way my face dropped, because no sooner had she said it before she was shaking her head and whispering, “you’re pathetic,” under her breath.
“Just get out of here, for fuck’s sake,” I snapped, pushing my body up from the bed, despite my stumbling feet refusingto play ball with the whole supporting and keeping me upright thing. “You heard me. Go on.” Pointing to the door, I let my hands fall to the fly of my jeans and tried to pull myself together. Shit, this room was spinning fast.
“Won’t you at least walk me out?” she asked, brushing past me as my shoulders rolled forward and I watched her make her way to the door. “It could help us both, you know?”
“The fuck you talking about?”
“I’ll make the girls jealous and you’ll make your cleaning lady green, too.”
The fact that she thought she knew what the hell I was thinking about pissed me off more than it should, but the fact that what she was saying kind of made sense pissed me off to a whole new level. I didn’t play games. I never had done. If I wanted something, I went out and got it. If I needed something, you could bet your life on the fact that I would have it in my hands within the hour. If I wanted Ayda in any capacity other than to be here and do her job, I’d have had her bent over the desk in my office twenty times already.
So why did the thought of her and Kenny irritate me so fucking much? Why did that image of them feel like it was burning holes into my skull? And why,whywas I letting this woman in front of me take me by the hand and guide me back out into the room full of other people?
I wasn’t left with much time to think about anything as she walked backwards, guiding me forward, her eyes on mine the whole time as though she was trying to make me fall under some kind of eye-fucking spell. When the door creaked open behind her and she turned around to the face the crowds, the light of the bar made my eyes scrunch tightly together as they tried to adjust.
A few of the men cheered quietly, others laughed as she guided me back out into the middle of the pack, her body twirling around as though she was on a catwalk. I even felt a few slaps on the shoulder. Everyone in here was congratulating me on screwing a cheap whore. What was wrong with these people?
I tuned them all out as soon as she started putting on a show. There was only one place I wanted to look and that was straight over at the pool table. When I saw two of the MC guys standing around it drinking beer, my shoulders relaxed instantly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew one thing for damn certain…
This piece of skirt had to go.
Not feeling even a little bit bad about what I was about to do, I raised her arm high up in the air as though I was showing off my prize. Right on cue, Rachel spun underneath it and that megawatt smile of hers was flashing like a neon, I-just-bagged-Drew-Tucker sign, up until the point where I grabbed both of her hips to stop her and whispered in her ear. “No, you’re pathetic.” Then I shoved her into the group of waiting bikers that were standing around us, laughing as I shoved my hands into the depths of my pockets. “Go fetch, boys.”
I wasn’t interested in playing games with anyone.
The only person I had the urge to find at this very moment was Ayda Hanagan and, drunk or not, in her good graces or bad, I was going to find her and I was probably going to do something really inappropriate. I only hoped I didn’t have to kick Kenny’s ass to get to her.
Rachel was squealing around the other men and pretending not to be affected by what I’d just done, but I saw the parting dagger she shot me before I stumbled on a slant tothe bar and called out for someone, anyone, to start serving me more drinks. When Jedd stepped up behind it wearing a sarcastic grin on his face, I knew he saw this as playtime.
“Shh,” I breathed out, collapsing against the opposite side of the bar and flashing him my own half smile. “I don’t want to hear it. Just serve me something that’s going to make my blood sing.”
“Is this the solution to all our problems, Drew?”
“No.” I looked up at him through innocent eyes and pretended to bat them at him like one of those scantily clad whores would do if they wanted him to submit. “Please, Mr. Thomas. Give me whiskey.”
“You won’t find any answers in the bottom of a bottle.”
“I won’t get to the bottom. I’ll stop just before.”
“And what will that achieve?” He smirked, reaching around behind him for a fresh one before pulling and twisting off the cap in one swift movement.
“Y’all have gotten so old while I’ve been away.”
“We had to grow up fast,” he said with a raised brow, holding the drink up high in his hand. “If you want it, come get it.”
“Screw you.” I slumped forward, my arms outstretched. I tensed my muscles and slammed my head down on the top of the bar, groaning as I rolled it from side to side. “If you’re not going to give me a drink, can you at least do something else for me?”
The sound of the bottle landing with a thud right next to me had me lifting my head to peer back up at him.
“What?”
My eyes flickered between him and the bottle while I tried to weigh up which mattered the most. It was only when Iturned away from the alcohol and strained to speak that I knew I was making her my first choice for the night and the whiskey my second. “Tell me where the hell Ayda Hanagan is. And if you tell me she’s with Kenny, I swear…”
I didn’t have to say anything else. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Fuck.
