Nadia was clearly my type of person. We necked some sambuca, she introduced me to the other girls, and three drinks later, we were in the taxi.
Everly had always warned me about how bitchy they could be. She’d been one, been bullied by some, and now she managed them.
But, so far, I’d only enjoyed their company.
Even if I was a bit antsy to see Zolt in the club.
ZOLTÁN: Show me what you’re wearing. So I can find you easier.
FIA: Winner finds the other first?
ZOLTÁN: You’re on.
So I spent the first ten minutes of our time in the club looking over my shoulder while the girls tried to get myattention on the dance floor. Until a hand fell to my waist, tugging me back into a very large, hard body.
“Hello Zsófia,” he said in English, and it was not fair how those two very simple, very casual words undid me.
“Guess what!” I shouted over the music, clutching his arms. “I think I made friends!”
I was unashamed in my excitement as only he could understand me.
He chuckled. “Of course you did! Who wouldn’t want to be your friend?” His beaming smile matched my own. He bent down to my ear. “But I’m still your best friend, aren’t I?”
Were we friends?I mean, of course, we were friends. But my stomach sank at the thought that he was friend-zoning me despite the way he had fingered me in a press conference about ten hours ago.
He’d told me he wanted to tell Jordan I was his.
He’d told me I was becoming a part of him.
And he wasn’t wrong — he was my best friend.
And the alcohol was making me overthink.
“Yes,” I said so quietly, he couldn’t have heard me over the bass of the music.
He looked me over, from my hair to my shoes, stepping back. I looked around us at the raging dance floor. The girls side-eyed Zolt, and I, and Nadia wiggled her brows at me.
“Fuck, you look so good. I already want to take you home.”
“So do it.”
“You’re going to be in my trailer ass in the air within the next twenty minutes if you say that again,” he said, bending to talk in my ear. “And you’re having a good time. Making friends.”
But I would have a better time with him.Alone.
“Stay,” he said.
“But we’re obvious around each other,” I sulked, bottom lip jutting out.
“You do have that blush on your cheeks again.”
I laughed, forcing the memory of my sister to the back of my mind. “And I want to dance with you.”
“If you brush your ass up against me, it really will be game over,”he sighed. “But fuck I want you to. When we get back?”
“Now?”
He shook his head. “Zsófia.”
