“We should get out of here,” he encourages, his hands getting a little more adventurous.
That’s when reality snaps back into place.
“Hey, watch your hands, buck-o!”
He frowns. “Don’t tell me you’re a cock tease?” He tries to grab me again, and I smack his hand away.
“She said fuck off,” Pippa growls, stepping in between us.
The dude looks from me to her and rolls his eyes. “You guys aren’t even that hot. Come on, Parker, let’s go.” He grabs his friend by the arm and tugs him through the crowd.
“For once can you just be normal?” Pippa chastises.
“He was trying to stick his hand up my dress.”
“So?”
“It was disgusting, Pippa. We’re in public.”
She rolls her eyes again. “God, Poppy, sometimes you can be such a prude. I still can’t believe you lost your virginity before me.”
Changing the subject, I surveyed the room, looking for our friend who wasn’t on the dance floor anymore. “Umm, where’s Amber?” I question when I realize she’s no longer with us at the club.
My sister, drunk and entirely too happy, skips over to me and throws an arm over my shoulder. “Does it matter?”
“Ummm, yes, Pippa. We can’t leave her alone in a city she doesn’t know.”
Pippa smiles evilly. “Oh, I’m sure she’s around somewhere.”
I know that look. I know it all too well. Pippa’s up to something, and whatever it is, it’s not good.
“Pippa, what the hell did you do?”
She shrugs. “Nothing that wasn’t needed.”
“You’ve been acting strange lately. What’s going on?”
She does a little twirl. “Can’t a girl just enjoy Vegas without a third degree?”
“No. Out with it. What do you know that I don’t?”
“Remember the Australian hunk she was dancing with.”
I nod, not liking where this is going.
“Well, our little Amber was last seen running off with him.”
“Oh my god! We have to stop her!”
“Why?” Pippa snaps, her brow arching just a tad. “Let her have some fun for once. That girl deserves to know what it’s like to fuck someone worthy of her.”
I’m done pretending not to know her true feelings.
“Pippa, I love you, but I’m sick of your bullshit. Just admit you have feelings for Eddie. This stupid game you’re playing with Amber is exhausting.”
She smirks innocently. “Oh, my dear sister, my hatred for Eddie is on par with your dislike for Wesley Dover.” Her wink tells me she knows exactly what his name does to me.
“Don’t bring him up, please.”
