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stories. Finally, a waitress in a white cocktail dress comes over to take our order. It’s about time! I really should slow down a bit, but I’m having so much fun with the guys. Also, I’m still on this adrenaline high from the show earlier. Nope. I’m not slowing down. Well, not yet anyways. I look up at our very pretty redheaded waitress and decide to take it upon myself to order another round for everyone.
“Can we get another round? Oh, and a round of tequila shots too please. And keep them coming!” I smile over at Jared; he has this half smile on his face now. “Sure thing, darling. What’s in your drink sweetheart?” The waitress leans in toward me, with her ass in Caleb’s face and her breasts in Cory’s face. They love it. Perverts. She has this accent to her. I’m guessing Texan? “I’ll just take a Coors light from now on. Thanks.” She gives a quick yes shake with her head then she’s off. “Fuck yeah, girl!” Roger pounds on the table causing it to shake a little. “Let’s party!”
Ten or twenty minutes pass, and we’re all still laughing and joking around. My cheekbones hurt from all the smiling I’ve been doing. Ryan, Dave, and Gunner are pretty cool too. Matt comes over with a chair and pulls up next to our table since there is no room left in the booth. “How’s it going?” He looks around at all of us. “Where the fuck were you?” Cory asks. But he should already know the answer to that. I have a feeling I didn’t want to hear this part of the conversation, so I start checking out the club from up here. Scanning the room we’re in, I didn’t realize it; but my eyes ended up scanning their way over to Tristan. He has one blonde on his lap, and the other one has her arms draped over his shoulder. Just then, he looks up at me and our eyes lock. All of a sudden, I feel my face starting to feel warmer; and the dark look in his eyes did something to ignite my core. I quickly turned back to the guys. Shit! He caught me staring at him. Damn it! I feel so embarrassed. He probably thinks I want to jump him, too. Well, maybe I kind of do; but I will be regretting that thought tomorrow.
Thankfully, the waitress appears with another round. I hurry up, grab the shot from her tray, and slam it not waiting for the rest of the guys to join. “Damn!” Gunner whistles through his teeth at me. “You sure can hold your own, hey?” I shrug my shoulders at him, pretending to seem innocent. “Don’t let them pretty blue eyes fool ya.” Roger says to him. “Even though she didn’t go out back in LA, she can hold her own.”
“No way.” Caleb looks over to me like he has a hard time believing what Roger just told him. Yeah, I guess it is kind of hard to picture. After all, I’m not that bold-looking; but like I said before, don’t judge a book by its cover.
“Oh hey, Tristan!” Roger gives Tristan a wave. What! All of the guys greet him, but I’m not going to. I’m not even going to look up at him. Instead, I take a drink of my beer. Jared glances around.
“Hey, man! Wanna pull up a chair?” Just then, Caleb starts scooting out.
“No bother. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” Cory looks down at me then looks at Caleb leaving the booth.
Cory says, “Actually, I have to hit up the bathroom.” Cory winks at me. Son of a bitch! I was just getting ready to make up some excuse to leave too when suddenly Tristan’s massive body sits down beside me, trapping me in. Fuck me.
He’s so close, even closer than when we were in the SUV together last week. I breathe in his scent; he smells so good it’s intoxicating me even more. I’m definitely drunk. This isn’t good to be this drunk around him. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him staring down at me. He’s probably getting a good cleavage shot right now. I can feel my cheeks warming up again.
I glance down at the table, and I notice Tristan’s leg rub up against my leg. Right now, I must keep reminding myself that
“Can we get another round? Oh, and a round of tequila shots too please. And keep them coming!” I smile over at Jared; he has this half smile on his face now. “Sure thing, darling. What’s in your drink sweetheart?” The waitress leans in toward me, with her ass in Caleb’s face and her breasts in Cory’s face. They love it. Perverts. She has this accent to her. I’m guessing Texan? “I’ll just take a Coors light from now on. Thanks.” She gives a quick yes shake with her head then she’s off. “Fuck yeah, girl!” Roger pounds on the table causing it to shake a little. “Let’s party!”
Ten or twenty minutes pass, and we’re all still laughing and joking around. My cheekbones hurt from all the smiling I’ve been doing. Ryan, Dave, and Gunner are pretty cool too. Matt comes over with a chair and pulls up next to our table since there is no room left in the booth. “How’s it going?” He looks around at all of us. “Where the fuck were you?” Cory asks. But he should already know the answer to that. I have a feeling I didn’t want to hear this part of the conversation, so I start checking out the club from up here. Scanning the room we’re in, I didn’t realize it; but my eyes ended up scanning their way over to Tristan. He has one blonde on his lap, and the other one has her arms draped over his shoulder. Just then, he looks up at me and our eyes lock. All of a sudden, I feel my face starting to feel warmer; and the dark look in his eyes did something to ignite my core. I quickly turned back to the guys. Shit! He caught me staring at him. Damn it! I feel so embarrassed. He probably thinks I want to jump him, too. Well, maybe I kind of do; but I will be regretting that thought tomorrow.
Thankfully, the waitress appears with another round. I hurry up, grab the shot from her tray, and slam it not waiting for the rest of the guys to join. “Damn!” Gunner whistles through his teeth at me. “You sure can hold your own, hey?” I shrug my shoulders at him, pretending to seem innocent. “Don’t let them pretty blue eyes fool ya.” Roger says to him. “Even though she didn’t go out back in LA, she can hold her own.”
“No way.” Caleb looks over to me like he has a hard time believing what Roger just told him. Yeah, I guess it is kind of hard to picture. After all, I’m not that bold-looking; but like I said before, don’t judge a book by its cover.
“Oh hey, Tristan!” Roger gives Tristan a wave. What! All of the guys greet him, but I’m not going to. I’m not even going to look up at him. Instead, I take a drink of my beer. Jared glances around.
“Hey, man! Wanna pull up a chair?” Just then, Caleb starts scooting out.
“No bother. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” Cory looks down at me then looks at Caleb leaving the booth.
Cory says, “Actually, I have to hit up the bathroom.” Cory winks at me. Son of a bitch! I was just getting ready to make up some excuse to leave too when suddenly Tristan’s massive body sits down beside me, trapping me in. Fuck me.
He’s so close, even closer than when we were in the SUV together last week. I breathe in his scent; he smells so good it’s intoxicating me even more. I’m definitely drunk. This isn’t good to be this drunk around him. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him staring down at me. He’s probably getting a good cleavage shot right now. I can feel my cheeks warming up again.
I glance down at the table, and I notice Tristan’s leg rub up against my leg. Right now, I must keep reminding myself that
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