“What’s up your butt?” she asked me as we approached. “It’s Saturday night.”
“Nothing. Just Steel Trap shit.” Handy excuse. Though not exactly true.
Jordan narrowed her eyes at me.
“You look nice,” I deflected.
She frowned. But she did look nice.
Jordan was cute, short and athletic. She always wore her hair in a neat, chestnut-brown bob with a razor sharp side part, and tonight she’d poured her petite bod into a little red dress.
I gave her a hug and tossed Lucas a dirty look.
Lucas smirked and kinda rolled his eyes. He thought I was banging her. A lot of people did, probably, and I let them think that. Less chance of my friends trying to make a move on my assistant if they thought I was dipping my fingers in that pie.
I didn’t particularly trust any of my friends around Jo, except maybe Lucas. And I always took the time to make sure she knew she was both appreciated and looked out for—by me and my security. Because my assistant was invaluable to me.
Not only did Jordan keep my life organized and take care of a ton of shit in the background so I didn’t have to, she went out of her way to have my back. She did thoughtful, helpful shit like sending my relatives birthday cards and reminding me to occasionally tell my parents where the fuck I was and replying to my fans on social media. She even signed me up for “celebrity” charity events.
Things I would never think to do if it wasn’t for her—and probably made people think I was way less of a selfish asshole than I was.
Plus, a lot of guys probably underestimated the value of having a platonic female friend to bounce shit off of. One who didn’t secretly crush on you, or vice versa, and who would give it to you straight. Jordan did that for me, and she never judged.
Or at least, if she did, she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut about it.
I had this theory, actually, that she was closet lesbian… though I didn’t exactly have any proof.
Really wasn’t any of my business.
“Thanks for inviting me,” she said. “I love DJ Summer.”
“No problem.”
I noticed she was wearing cute sneakers, which meant she probably planned to dance.
I planned to not.
Though a few hours of music and distraction would do me good.
I’d spent the day working out, drumming, did a little shopping, the usual. But even though I was spending my time doing what I wanted to, the routine of it was getting kind of… mind-numbing.
Because I didn’t really enjoy any of it.
There was just too much shit to think about.
I still hadn’t managed to make a fucking decision about the band thing.
And the rest of it…
I really didn’t want to think about it tonight, and themainreason I’d brought friends along with me was for accountability. I figured there was less chance I’d bail early and head back to Cary’s place to try to check up on what his little sister was doing with her Saturday night if I had people here that I’d invited out.
Lucas checked in with the bouncers and we slipped inside, past the lineup. The Pandora was an old ballroom, literally, that was now a club and live venue with a fantastic sound system and a huge dance floor, and tonight it would be packed.
When we walked in, the house DJ was getting the party rolling.
This was the first time I’d taken DJ Summer up on one of her invitations, though she’d been inviting me out almost as much as Ash had been lately. In my books, there was a place for electronic music, and there were definitely some incredible artists blending electronic and rock in ways that worked for me. I wasn’t really into the whole dance club scene, but I wanted to check out the music at Summer’s show, and the vibe.
Checkherout.
