Page 116 of Knot Their Starlet

Ugh, why does he look hot even when he’s scowling?

“Watch out, you keep looking like that and people will think you’re actually having fun,” I huff, sliding into the booth and clicking my manicured fingernails against the cocktail table.

All I get is a roll of his eyes.

The bottle girl assigned to our booth appears right as Leo and Beck slide in on either side of me.

“Hi there, everyone! My name is Brielle, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight,” she says. Her gaze lands on me, and her smile grows even wider. “Oh Andi! It’s good to see you!”

I muster a smile in return. She shouldn’t have to feel how frustrated I am after that stupid exchange with Elijah in the stairwell. If you do the audio equivalent of squinting, it almost seemed like he cared about me. He just had a... weird ass way of going about it.

Everything he does seems to get under my skin in one way or another.

It seems the feeling is mutual.

“Good to see you too, Brielle,” I say.

“Different crowd than usual, I see?” she says, eyeing the men I’m with.

“Yup,” I nod, my hands stilling on the cocktail table as I remember the copious amounts of nights I’ve spent here. In booths like these, just at cheaper tables on the main level while Ezra consumed ridiculous amounts of substances of varying levels of legality.

I lean my head onto Beck’s shoulder.

“With better company.” I realize the moment I say it that I wholeheartedly believe my words. Beck, Leo, hell, even Eli are all better company than I’m used to.

“Good for you, girl,” Brielle says. “What can I get for you guys tonight?”

“We’ll take half a dozen shots of tequila.” I glance at the guys, who all look at me with raised brows. “Anyone want anything else?”

“I think we’re good with the six shots,” Leo chuckles.

“We’re good for now, then, thanks Brielle.” I nod.

“I’ll be right out with those!”

“Six shots?” Elijah huffs. I’m sure if his arms weren’t already crossed over his chest, he’d go right ahead and cross them.

“Uh huh, keep up.”

Brielle appears a moment later with a whole tray of shots, a neat bowl of limes, and a fancy-looking metallic salt shaker.

“Here you go! Let me know if you guys need anything else.”

“Thanks,” I say, leaning over eagerly.

I’m still thinking too much.

Especially after Elijah’s comments about my mother in the stairwell.

I need to stop thinking.

Leo and Beck each grab a shot glass for themselves. I raise an expectant brow at Elijah, waiting for him to take a glass for himself, but he doesn’t. He just stands there with his stupidly big arms and his stupidly handsome scowl.

“I’m fine,” he grunts. “I’m the one in charge of you all tonight.”

“I knew you were going to be a party pooper,” I huff, rolling my eyes and picking up two. “Four for me, then.”

Before anyone has a chance to stop me, I toss the two shots back, double-fisting them.