She nods. “That’s what Peachy Sue said.” She thinks for a moment. “Her and Wendy Woo said I was too good for him.”
“Who’s Wendy Woo?”
“The girl with the dark hair who was with them.”
“The Asian girl?”
“She’s Thai,” she tells me.
“She was gorgeous,” I say as I turn and watch their car disappear into the distance.
“She has a dick. It’s big. She fucks rich, married men up the ass.”
Callies and my eyes widen. “Really?” I whisper. “She’s a lady boy?”
“Yeah. Rich, straight men like to be fucked by a man who looks like a woman. She makes the most money out of all of the girls.” Meredith shrugs. “Creepy, huh?” She fakes a shiver. “It gives me the heebie jeebies.”
“God,” I mutter as our cab pulls up.
“Where to?” The cab driver asks over his shoulder.
“The Ivy.”
Meredith bites her bottom lip and giggles like a little kid. Callie holds her hand out to me and I slap it. Seeing Meredith this excited has already made the night for both of us. Anything else from this moment is a bonus.
The club is packed to the rafters. There are beautiful people everywhere, and we’re drinking cocktails in the bar. I’m wearing my white trousers with a white, strapless top, gold, strappy stilettos, and a matching clutch. My long, strawberry hair is down and pinned back on one side. I have my favourite gold Grecian makeup on. I always feel good when I wear this outfit. I get a lot of compliments. The white seems to compliment my olive skin.
“Can you believe how much fun she’s having?” Callie asks as she watches Meredith. I look over and smile. Meredith is dancing and laughing with a group of guys and girls, looking like she really is having the best time of her life. “She’s danced with just about everyone in this place.” I shake of my head. “I honestly didn’t know how she would handle this, but she’s in her element.”
“I know. Let’s get another drink.” We put our empty glasses down, make our way to the bar in the next room, and stand in line.
“I’m a bit hungry, actually,” I say as I look around. “How did we forget to eat?”
“I don’t know,” Callie mutters. “I’m starving, too.”
A piece of ice hits me in the chest, and I look around in confusion. Who the hell is throwing ice?
I push my fingers through my hair, which now has ice in it. That’s annoying.
“Do you girls come here often?” a unknown voice asks from behind us. We turn to see a cute but young guy. He could only just be eighteen if he’s lucky.
“We do. You?” Callie asks.
Another piece of ice hits me, and I look around again. Who the hell keeps doing that?
“I’m Tom,” the boy answers.
“Hi, Tom,” I say, distracted as I look around.
Another piece of ice hits me. “Who the heck is doing that?” I search all around the club, craning my neck to look everywhere I can.
The young boy behind us sees someone he knows, and he begins to talk to them, leaving us to turn back and face forwards again.
Then, across the crowded room, our eyes meet, and he gives me that slow, sexy smile of his.
My stomach flips and, unable to help it, I smile goofily.
Brock is standing against the wall with three other men beside him.
Holy fuck.
He curls his finger and wiggles it, signalling for me to go to him. I shake my head and smile shyly. Oh my God.
I point to my feet. “You come here,” I mouth.
He instantly pushes off the wall and my heart races. Shit. Within a second, he’s standing next to me. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite nerd.” He looks me up and down slowly. “Looking all… angelic.”
I try to bite back my ridiculous smile. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite crazy person.”
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. “Hello, Tully Pocket,” he breathes down at me. He’s so tall, towering above everyone around him. Tonight, he’s wearing a maroon T-shirt with black jeans. His dark hair and broad shoulders make me weak at the knees.
Why the hell is he so damn gorgeous?
Over the last six weeks I’ve wondered if my mind had somehow exaggerated his gorgeousness, but nope; I can confirm that he is, in fact, the perfect specimen.
“Hi.” My eyes linger on his beautiful face before they flicker to Callie. I quickly remember my manners. “Callie, this is Brock. You remember him, don’t you?”
Callie smiles broadly, rising up on her toes and bouncing in excitement. “I do. Hello.”
He smiles that sexy smile again, and I know that he knows, that Callie knows. Oh jeez, why does everybody know?
“It’s been a while,” he says smoothly.
I nod, an intelligent reply escaping me. Not as long as you may think. Unbeknown to you, in my mind you make a nightly visit to my bedroom. Oh, man, I’m such a loser. He probably hasn’t thought of me again since we last walked away from each other.
Callie drifts away to the front of the line to order our drinks.
“It has been a while,” I push out. “How have you been?”
His sexy eyes hold mine, and I feel the heat in his gaze. “Good, you?”
I nod stupidly again. Woman, get a hold of yourself. “Terrorise any more girls at the gym lately?”
His face falls.
“I didn’t mean terrorise like that,” I correct myself quickly.
Oh, just shut the fuck up, right now.
“What did you mean then?” he asks, unimpressed.
“I meant… you know,” I ramble nervously. “I meant, call someone fifty times until you get blocked, and then tear their friend from their chair at lunch?” I blurt out.
“In that case, no.” He licks his lips slowly. “I save my special crazy just for you.”
I smile goofily. “That’s good then,” I whisper.
He raises a brow. “Is it?”
I bite my bottom lip as our eyes lock. Jesus. I probably shouldn’t drink anymore.
His eyes drop slowly down to my feet and back up to my face. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks.” I smile nervously.
The three men he was standing with approach us, and Brock smiles their way. “Tully, this is Jesten, Mason, and Scott.”
“Hello.” The three men all shake my hand and smile back at me. Every one of them is buff and gorgeous. I swallow nervously. There are four gods in the world, and they are all in the same place at the same time, here with me.
Callie turns around with our two drinks, and her eyes instantly widen when she sees who I’m standing with.
“Callie, these are my friends, Jesten, Mason, and Scott,” Brock introduces.
“Hey, Callie.” They smile.
Callie hands me my drink and gives me a look that definitely says holy fucking shit, Tull. I take my drink, thank her, and take a sip.
“Margarita?” Brock asks.
I nod.
He chuckles. “You would get along with my sisters well.”
“Why?”
“They have a slight margarita addiction going on.”
“Me, too.” I smile nervously.
One of his friends goes to the bar.
“So, what have you been doing?” he asks, making conversation.
Fantasising about you. “Nothing really.” I shrug. “Working, keeping busy. What about you?”
“Same. Working, nothing much.” His eyes linger on mine, and it feels like he has something he wants to say. We fall into an awkward silence, and I glance around the club for something to do. Callie is now deep in conversation with Brock’s friend.
God, this is uncomfortable.
I sip my drink, remaining silent.
“I just wanted to…” His voice trails off.
I frown and wait for him to carry on, but he doesn’t. “You wanted to what?”
“I just want you to know that I regret being so…”
I wait.
He shrugs, his words failing him.
“Crazy?” I whisper.
He bites his bottom lip to stifle his smile and nods once.
I smile back.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “I know you don’t like crazy.”
My heart is beating so fast. “I sort of do, but maybe just a little less crazy would have been a good idea.”
“Perhaps.”
“Are you always so crazy with your girlfriends?” He blinks. “Oh, I didn’t mean that I think I was girlfriend.” I put my hand on my chest. Why did I just say that? “That’s not what I meant.” I widen my eyes. “That came out all wrong.”