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came down on top of mine. “What about that kiss the other night?”
“One time thing. We were both drunk.” I lied. “It wasn't that great anyway.” I lied again.
He pulled my hand to his lips. “Good to know.”
“Why are you asking about Nick?”
“ I just wanted to hear your side of the story. I asked Nick about it earlier and he said pretty much the same thing. Said you were too much like his sister and that the kiss was weird.” He pulled into the parking lot of the club Nick worked at. “Plus, I reserved a table for us here tonight. I didn't want it to be awkward.”
“ Not at all.” Weird? Really, Nick? I knew Nick was just playing his part by saying that nothing was going on between us, but it still stung a little.
By the time Tucker and I had walked into the club and over to the booth he'd reserved for us, I was already working out a plan that would show Nick how sisterly I could be. I decided that if I was going to be on Tucker Kline's arm I'd make it worth my while. Maybe letting Nick see what he was missing out on would make him want to start this thing between us sooner. As I slid into the booth, the stunning dress I was wearing started to inch up. I noticed Tucker's eyes on my thighs as he scooted in next to me.
“ Like what you see?” Tucker checking me out was an open window to start a steady stream of flirting.
“ I do.” He pressed his side up to mine and quickly tugged the hem of my dress down. “I don't really like everyone else staring at it though.”
“ You're the one who told me to wear something sexy.” I reminded, resting my hand on his arm.
“ What was I thinking?” He grinned. His eyes lingered on mine until the waitress came to take our drink order. The music tempo started to pick up and the dance floor quickly became congested. I recognized the perfectly executed conglomeration of hip-hop and Motown. Nick was working. He had a magical way of selecting beats and lyrics from two completely different genres and melding them together. While Tucker handed the waitress his credit card to start a tab, I let my eyes find Nick. The DJ booth was situated on a small raised stage to the left of the dance floor. I admired him from a far. The white v-neck t-shirt he was wearing clung to his lean frame. As he raised his headphones up and placed them on, his t-shirt rose up slightly to reveal a sliver of tanned skin above the waistline of his low-slung jeans. I could see the heads of many dancing girls swivel around to look at his normally hidden tattoos. I wanted to scream at them that he was off limits, but I knew I couldn't. Instead, I turned my attention back to Tucker.
“ I need your ID.” Tucker cautiously drawled, hoping that I had a fake. We probably should have discussed his before coming to a club, but he didn't need to worry. I had more fake IDs than I knew what to do with. I reached into my purse, pulled out my wallet, and carefully pulled out the one with my real name on it in case Tucker sneaked a peak.
“ I ordered you a rum and Coke,” he said, handing the waitress my ID. She quickly glanced over it before returning it to Tucker.
“ Thanks. How did you know what I drink?” I inquired.
“ I know a lot of things about you, Lila Garrison.” He handed me the ID, placed his arm around my shoulders, and glanced out at the club.
“ And how exactly do you know these things about me, Tucker Kline?” I asked, letting my shoulder nudge into him, as I pulled my hair to one side and tilted my head with a flirty smile.
“ I asked around,” he replied. I started to wonder if he had a folder full of information on me as well. Who exactly has he been talking to? “Where'd you get the ID? It looks real.”
“ I know a guy,” I smirked. “That one even has all my correct information on it. With the exception of the birth year, of course.” He gave me an impressed nod.
“ Hey,
“One time thing. We were both drunk.” I lied. “It wasn't that great anyway.” I lied again.
He pulled my hand to his lips. “Good to know.”
“Why are you asking about Nick?”
“ I just wanted to hear your side of the story. I asked Nick about it earlier and he said pretty much the same thing. Said you were too much like his sister and that the kiss was weird.” He pulled into the parking lot of the club Nick worked at. “Plus, I reserved a table for us here tonight. I didn't want it to be awkward.”
“ Not at all.” Weird? Really, Nick? I knew Nick was just playing his part by saying that nothing was going on between us, but it still stung a little.
By the time Tucker and I had walked into the club and over to the booth he'd reserved for us, I was already working out a plan that would show Nick how sisterly I could be. I decided that if I was going to be on Tucker Kline's arm I'd make it worth my while. Maybe letting Nick see what he was missing out on would make him want to start this thing between us sooner. As I slid into the booth, the stunning dress I was wearing started to inch up. I noticed Tucker's eyes on my thighs as he scooted in next to me.
“ Like what you see?” Tucker checking me out was an open window to start a steady stream of flirting.
“ I do.” He pressed his side up to mine and quickly tugged the hem of my dress down. “I don't really like everyone else staring at it though.”
“ You're the one who told me to wear something sexy.” I reminded, resting my hand on his arm.
“ What was I thinking?” He grinned. His eyes lingered on mine until the waitress came to take our drink order. The music tempo started to pick up and the dance floor quickly became congested. I recognized the perfectly executed conglomeration of hip-hop and Motown. Nick was working. He had a magical way of selecting beats and lyrics from two completely different genres and melding them together. While Tucker handed the waitress his credit card to start a tab, I let my eyes find Nick. The DJ booth was situated on a small raised stage to the left of the dance floor. I admired him from a far. The white v-neck t-shirt he was wearing clung to his lean frame. As he raised his headphones up and placed them on, his t-shirt rose up slightly to reveal a sliver of tanned skin above the waistline of his low-slung jeans. I could see the heads of many dancing girls swivel around to look at his normally hidden tattoos. I wanted to scream at them that he was off limits, but I knew I couldn't. Instead, I turned my attention back to Tucker.
“ I need your ID.” Tucker cautiously drawled, hoping that I had a fake. We probably should have discussed his before coming to a club, but he didn't need to worry. I had more fake IDs than I knew what to do with. I reached into my purse, pulled out my wallet, and carefully pulled out the one with my real name on it in case Tucker sneaked a peak.
“ I ordered you a rum and Coke,” he said, handing the waitress my ID. She quickly glanced over it before returning it to Tucker.
“ Thanks. How did you know what I drink?” I inquired.
“ I know a lot of things about you, Lila Garrison.” He handed me the ID, placed his arm around my shoulders, and glanced out at the club.
“ And how exactly do you know these things about me, Tucker Kline?” I asked, letting my shoulder nudge into him, as I pulled my hair to one side and tilted my head with a flirty smile.
“ I asked around,” he replied. I started to wonder if he had a folder full of information on me as well. Who exactly has he been talking to? “Where'd you get the ID? It looks real.”
“ I know a guy,” I smirked. “That one even has all my correct information on it. With the exception of the birth year, of course.” He gave me an impressed nod.
“ Hey,
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