He barks out a laugh. “I better not have to worry about any of you assholes.”
I meet Desmond’s gaze in the rearview mirror and it clicks. He’s not going for Meiying because of Zheng. Interesting. “Alright. Alright. You go get yours. I’m about to go get mine. Talk later,cabrón.”
I hang up the call just as we pull up to Georgia’s place. The lawn is packed with bodies. The streets lined with cars.
“Fuck, this is going to be a nightmare,” I groan. How the hell are we going to find the girls in this mess?
Stepping inside, we’re immediately overwhelmed by the crush of bodies, loud thumping music, and the strong smell of marijuana and incense. It makes my nose itch so I don’t bother trying to find Jo’s scent. There are too many others to pick hers out. “I’ll check the living room and hallway. Go check the kitchen and we’ll meet at the bottom of the stairs in ten,” Rafael grunts over the noise.
“I’ve got the back,” Desmond adds, and we all part ways to see who can find our prey first.
Guys and girls are grinding against one another. Another couple is damn near fucking against a wall for everyone to see, the guy’s hands down the girl’s pants, and it takes zero imagination to know what he’s doing. One guy has his fangs buried in a girl’s throat and I step toward them to intervene, but then I catch the look of pleasure stamped on her face and back up, deciding she’s into the suckhead and to let them be.
I scan the heads around me, looking for Joaninha’s raven black hair when I hear my name.
“Jordy!” Georgia squeals, launching herself at me. I stumble back a step before I steady myself and peel her arms from around my neck. Her smile falters at my expression. “Did you come to see me?” she asks, a thread of hope in her voice.
I sigh and shake my head. “You know I’m with Joaninha.”
She harrumphs. “Then why are you here?” Georgia flicks her hair over her shoulder before folding her arms across her chest, a move I know she does to draw attention to her chest. Too bad for her I’m not even tempted to take a peek. My girl’s got the only tits I’m interested in.
“I’m looking for Joaninha, Meiying, and Isa. Have you seen them?”
Her brows furrow. “Maybe.” She hesitates.
“Georgia—” She doesn’t miss the warning in my voice. I’m not here to play games.
“Urgh, fine. I think I saw them earlier getting a drink. Come on.” She turns around, leaving me no choice but to follow as we make our way through to the crowded kitchen. “Do you want something?” she asks, reaching for a red cup and letting the dude manning the keg fill it for her.
“No,” I bite out. “I’m not here to party. I’m grabbing the girls and then leaving.”
Her lips press into a tight line. “It’s only one drink,” she says, holding the cup out to me. A guy crashes into her back and she stumbles forward, her drink spilling down my front. Sonova— My nostrils flare as I stare down at my beer-soaked shirt.
“I am so sorry,” she rushes to say. Georgia sets her empty cup down and hands me a wad of paper towels. I blot at the mess but it’s not going to make a lick of difference. The whole fucking cup caught me.
“Great. I’m going to smell like beer the rest of the night.” Maybe I can convince Joaninha to take a shower with me. I know KeAnna is keeping César for the night and she was going to stay the night at Isa’s, but maybe we can change that.
Georgia’s eyes brighten. “I think I have one of your shirts.” She looks away with a shrug. “I mean, if you want it back, that is.”
My brows pull together and I cock my head to the side, not sure if I believe her or if this is some game she’s playing. I don’t remember leaving clothes here, but I guess I could have left a beater or hoodie or something like that.
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t act so suspicious. I’m pretty sure you left one here from one of the nights you stayed over. It’s upstairs.” She heads for the staircase and yet again, I’m forced to follow. But honestly, what choice do I have? While the prospect of convincing Joaninha to take a shower with me is promising, I don’t want to wear Georgia’s drink for the next thirty minutes or however long it takes for me to find Jo and get home.
We make our way upstairs and I stand in the middle of her room as she rummages through her drawers. “Take off your shirt and you can throw it in there if you want.” She points toward a laundry basket in the corner. “I’ll wash it and bring it to school on Monday.”
I hesitate and she huffs out a breath. “Jordy, you’re being stupid. I get it. You’re seeing someone.”
Fine. I peel the shirt off, tossing it in the hamper before moving past her and stepping through the open doorway of her bathroom. I wet a rag and run it over my chest and abs to get some of the lingering beer off before walking back out into her room.
“Shirt?” I ask.
She holds up a black shirt I vaguely recognize and saunters my way, a little extra swing in her step. And here we go. She places the shirt in my hand, but a second after I accept it, she tosses her arms around my neck and stares up at me, longing in her gaze. Fuck. Her eyes have that glazed look that says she’s probably had one too many drinks herself and is about to do something stupid.
“Georgia—” I warn.
“Come on, Jordy. Weren’t we good together?” Her voice is breathy, more of her wannabe porn-star shit, and I am not in the mood. “Why don’t we have one last round together? For old time’s sake,” she purrs. “I’ll make it good for you.”
“I’m seeing someone,” I remind her, grinding my teeth together. I hold myself back from shoving her off me which is exactly what I want to do, and instead grip her arms with near bruising force to keep her from climbing my body like I’m a goddamn tree. The feel of her hands on my chest makes me shiver, and not in a good way. I hate the press of her body against mine. It’s just…wrong.
