Lewis before. Are you his girl? You weren’t with him last night.”
“No.”
“Surprises me. You’re a very beautiful girl. He’s a fool.”
I look down at my shoes. Great. Here we go. “I’m not looking to hook up with rock stars,” I lie. “Or anybody really.” Not you. Take the hint.
Tomas appraises me a little too closely for my liking. “Ice queen, huh?”
“No, just choosy.”
Tomas smiles warmly, the skin crinkling around his eyes. “Sorry, I’m not hitting on you. I’m too honest sometimes.”
I indicate the room. “Plenty of girls here.” I’m sure this dark-haired, well-built guy has no problems charming whoever he wants.
“I’m choosy too.” He touches my arm. “Let me bring you a drink.”
“Somebody’s fetching one for me.”
“Oh? Who?”
I scan the room for Jax. He stands close to the bedroom door with a beer in his hand talking to a couple of girls, and I bristle. But what did I honestly expect?
“I think he forgot. Sure, I’ll have a beer.”
As I wait for Tomas to return, I attempt not to watch Jax, but he remains in place and my line of vision. Will joins him and a few minutes later the pair is surrounded by a loud group, and I can’t see Jax anymore. Even though I expected this, I’m pissed off and insulted.
“Tegan.” Tomas returns and pushes a beer into my hand.
“Thanks.” Distracted, I drink from the open bottle, eyes on Jax.
Chapter Eleven
JAX
The beer in my hand warms and I finally break away from the group, shrugging Will’s arm from my shoulders. I intended to go straight back to Tegan, but what can I say? People want to talk to me, and I can’t say no. These chicks want to do more than talk, but I’m determined to show Tegan who I want tonight. Yeah, things won’t go as far as I’d like, but it would be a start just to put my hands on her. From there, we can see how things go.
Tegan stands close to where I left her, but she’s with a guy.
The guy from the club last night.
What the fuck? I was too wasted back then to know what happened – did Tegan hook up with him at the club?
I don’t like him. He’s close to her, too close, and he keeps touching Tegan as they talk. One of those guys, who are all smarmy smiles and perfect grooming, thinks he’s God’s gift. A little voice whispers ‘hypocrite’ but at least I don’t pretend to be refined. I’m crystal clear about what I want from girls; he probably has some great lines he uses instead.
When I approach, the guy steps closer to Tegan who’s resting against the wall next to him. Really? I hold the beer out to her. “Sorry I took so long.”
“I found her one instead,” says the guy and studies me.
Tegan refuses to take the bottle. “Busy were you?”
“Just chatting,” I say.
“Mmm.”
I expected her to be terser than this, but she’s less annoyed than I expected. Tegan rubs her head and frowns.
“We were talking,” says the guy.
“Really? Well, I’m back now. Tegan?” My gaze remains on his and he raises and eyebrow.
“Jesus, put the testosterone display away,” says Tegan with a sigh. “I just want to sit down. I don’t care who with.”
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Tired, I think. Busy couple of days.”
As Tegan heads to the nearby sofa, she stumbles over somebody’s feet.
“Cool chick,” says the guy. “Tegan said she wasn’t your girl though. Is she?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Don’t want to step on your toes, was going to have a go.”
I narrow my eyes at his attitude to Tegan. “Bad idea, mate. You seen the size of her brother?”
“Like I care! You’re all leaving tomorrow and we’ll both be onto the next girl, won’t we?”
Arsehole. But he’s an uncomfortable mirror of myself and how I’ve treated chicks recently.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Tomas.”
“Well, Tomas, I suggest you keep your hands off Tegan.” If she could hear him, I doubt she’d want his hands on her
“No.”
“Surprises me. You’re a very beautiful girl. He’s a fool.”
I look down at my shoes. Great. Here we go. “I’m not looking to hook up with rock stars,” I lie. “Or anybody really.” Not you. Take the hint.
Tomas appraises me a little too closely for my liking. “Ice queen, huh?”
“No, just choosy.”
Tomas smiles warmly, the skin crinkling around his eyes. “Sorry, I’m not hitting on you. I’m too honest sometimes.”
I indicate the room. “Plenty of girls here.” I’m sure this dark-haired, well-built guy has no problems charming whoever he wants.
“I’m choosy too.” He touches my arm. “Let me bring you a drink.”
“Somebody’s fetching one for me.”
“Oh? Who?”
I scan the room for Jax. He stands close to the bedroom door with a beer in his hand talking to a couple of girls, and I bristle. But what did I honestly expect?
“I think he forgot. Sure, I’ll have a beer.”
As I wait for Tomas to return, I attempt not to watch Jax, but he remains in place and my line of vision. Will joins him and a few minutes later the pair is surrounded by a loud group, and I can’t see Jax anymore. Even though I expected this, I’m pissed off and insulted.
“Tegan.” Tomas returns and pushes a beer into my hand.
“Thanks.” Distracted, I drink from the open bottle, eyes on Jax.
Chapter Eleven
JAX
The beer in my hand warms and I finally break away from the group, shrugging Will’s arm from my shoulders. I intended to go straight back to Tegan, but what can I say? People want to talk to me, and I can’t say no. These chicks want to do more than talk, but I’m determined to show Tegan who I want tonight. Yeah, things won’t go as far as I’d like, but it would be a start just to put my hands on her. From there, we can see how things go.
Tegan stands close to where I left her, but she’s with a guy.
The guy from the club last night.
What the fuck? I was too wasted back then to know what happened – did Tegan hook up with him at the club?
I don’t like him. He’s close to her, too close, and he keeps touching Tegan as they talk. One of those guys, who are all smarmy smiles and perfect grooming, thinks he’s God’s gift. A little voice whispers ‘hypocrite’ but at least I don’t pretend to be refined. I’m crystal clear about what I want from girls; he probably has some great lines he uses instead.
When I approach, the guy steps closer to Tegan who’s resting against the wall next to him. Really? I hold the beer out to her. “Sorry I took so long.”
“I found her one instead,” says the guy and studies me.
Tegan refuses to take the bottle. “Busy were you?”
“Just chatting,” I say.
“Mmm.”
I expected her to be terser than this, but she’s less annoyed than I expected. Tegan rubs her head and frowns.
“We were talking,” says the guy.
“Really? Well, I’m back now. Tegan?” My gaze remains on his and he raises and eyebrow.
“Jesus, put the testosterone display away,” says Tegan with a sigh. “I just want to sit down. I don’t care who with.”
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Tired, I think. Busy couple of days.”
As Tegan heads to the nearby sofa, she stumbles over somebody’s feet.
“Cool chick,” says the guy. “Tegan said she wasn’t your girl though. Is she?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Don’t want to step on your toes, was going to have a go.”
I narrow my eyes at his attitude to Tegan. “Bad idea, mate. You seen the size of her brother?”
“Like I care! You’re all leaving tomorrow and we’ll both be onto the next girl, won’t we?”
Arsehole. But he’s an uncomfortable mirror of myself and how I’ve treated chicks recently.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Tomas.”
“Well, Tomas, I suggest you keep your hands off Tegan.” If she could hear him, I doubt she’d want his hands on her
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