swizzle stick from her drink and swept her tongue over it. “While it lasts…”
While it lasts?
“Groupies…they all think they’re ‘the one.’” Lindsey snorted. “I told her to make sure she got cab fare tonight.” Her gaze drifted to where Candy sat waiting across the room. “It’s a good thing.”
“She’s not even here, Lindsey.” I wished she were here. I wanted her to be here.
“Sure she is. I saw her ten minutes ago on the dance floor.” Looking blandly at the partygoers outside the velvet rope, she dropped her swizzle stick back into the glass. “I figured you and your new friend chased her out of the VIP area.”
The Jack splashed over the shot glasses when I dropped the tray on the bar. “It wasn’t her. She doesn’t even know where I am.”
Lindsey’s brow arched. “Of course she does.”
“How would she—“ As I whipped my head toward the dance floor, Lindsey’s lilting laughter cut me off cold.
“I had to tell her.” She waved her hand dismissively. “In case she was lucky enough to be photographed with you again, I wanted her dressed appropriately. That outfit she was wearing at the rehearsal was atrocious. And those pink sneakers? Hideous .” A smile curled her lips. “I’m sure they all look the same in the dark, but I can’t have the public thinking you’re banging a homeless girl.”
Looking down at her hand when she patted my chest, I shrank at her touch.
“Don’t give it a second thought.” She sighed. “She’s out of your hair. Let Chad worry about it.”
“What’s Chad have to do with it?”
“He’s the one she was dancing with.” She snorted derisively. “If you could call it dancing. It looked more like he was humping her leg. Chad has no—”
Before she could finish the thought, I was pushing my way through the small crowd, scanning every face. Ignoring Lindsey’s booming voice at my back, I worked my way to the end of the VIP area. The blood pounding in my ears drowned out the music. Gripping the railing, I searched the dance floor, spotting Chad Dyer’s tangled mess of black hair. He was the drummer for Crimson Five, a D-list boy band that somehow made its way on the ticket when one of the more seasoned groups dropped out of the tour.
I could barely make out the shape of the girl he was hunched over. My blood heated under my skin, scalding my insides, when I saw Lily’s long, blond hair whipping from side to side as Chad shimmied down her body.
Seth grabbed my arm when I shoved past the velvet rope.
“What’s up?” he said, alarm written all over his face. “Cam—”
Shrugging out of his grip, I waded into the crowd, spotting the pretty boy’s mess of wavy, black hair ten feet away. Chad had Lily pressed against him, one arm snaked around her waist while he waved the other over his head like a douche. My fists clenched reflexively at my sides as I took the last few steps.
“Get off her!” I grabbed Chad’s shoulder and yanked him backward.
Lily teetered on five inch heels, lurching forward as she tried to get her balance.
“W-what the hell?” She whipped her head around when I pulled her to me, digging her nails into my forearm.
“Hey, Cameron.” Chad looked at me in surprise. “What’s up, man?”
“Let me go,” Lily slurred, squirming out of my grip and nearly falling on her face.
She swayed in front of me, her confusion deepening as her unfocused eyes squinted at me.
Turning a heated glare to Chad, I stepped forward, towering over him. “Did you give her anything?”
His eyes went wide. “No way. We were just dancing.” He lifted his chin indignantly. “I didn’t do shit, man. I don’t need no roofie to get a chick.”
My head snapped at the first flash from the cell phone camera. Several more flashes quickly followed.
Fuck.
Lily crumbled against my side, stumbling as I pushed our way through the tight circle that formed around us, leaving Chad in the center with his mouth hanging
While it lasts?
“Groupies…they all think they’re ‘the one.’” Lindsey snorted. “I told her to make sure she got cab fare tonight.” Her gaze drifted to where Candy sat waiting across the room. “It’s a good thing.”
“She’s not even here, Lindsey.” I wished she were here. I wanted her to be here.
“Sure she is. I saw her ten minutes ago on the dance floor.” Looking blandly at the partygoers outside the velvet rope, she dropped her swizzle stick back into the glass. “I figured you and your new friend chased her out of the VIP area.”
The Jack splashed over the shot glasses when I dropped the tray on the bar. “It wasn’t her. She doesn’t even know where I am.”
Lindsey’s brow arched. “Of course she does.”
“How would she—“ As I whipped my head toward the dance floor, Lindsey’s lilting laughter cut me off cold.
“I had to tell her.” She waved her hand dismissively. “In case she was lucky enough to be photographed with you again, I wanted her dressed appropriately. That outfit she was wearing at the rehearsal was atrocious. And those pink sneakers? Hideous .” A smile curled her lips. “I’m sure they all look the same in the dark, but I can’t have the public thinking you’re banging a homeless girl.”
Looking down at her hand when she patted my chest, I shrank at her touch.
“Don’t give it a second thought.” She sighed. “She’s out of your hair. Let Chad worry about it.”
“What’s Chad have to do with it?”
“He’s the one she was dancing with.” She snorted derisively. “If you could call it dancing. It looked more like he was humping her leg. Chad has no—”
Before she could finish the thought, I was pushing my way through the small crowd, scanning every face. Ignoring Lindsey’s booming voice at my back, I worked my way to the end of the VIP area. The blood pounding in my ears drowned out the music. Gripping the railing, I searched the dance floor, spotting Chad Dyer’s tangled mess of black hair. He was the drummer for Crimson Five, a D-list boy band that somehow made its way on the ticket when one of the more seasoned groups dropped out of the tour.
I could barely make out the shape of the girl he was hunched over. My blood heated under my skin, scalding my insides, when I saw Lily’s long, blond hair whipping from side to side as Chad shimmied down her body.
Seth grabbed my arm when I shoved past the velvet rope.
“What’s up?” he said, alarm written all over his face. “Cam—”
Shrugging out of his grip, I waded into the crowd, spotting the pretty boy’s mess of wavy, black hair ten feet away. Chad had Lily pressed against him, one arm snaked around her waist while he waved the other over his head like a douche. My fists clenched reflexively at my sides as I took the last few steps.
“Get off her!” I grabbed Chad’s shoulder and yanked him backward.
Lily teetered on five inch heels, lurching forward as she tried to get her balance.
“W-what the hell?” She whipped her head around when I pulled her to me, digging her nails into my forearm.
“Hey, Cameron.” Chad looked at me in surprise. “What’s up, man?”
“Let me go,” Lily slurred, squirming out of my grip and nearly falling on her face.
She swayed in front of me, her confusion deepening as her unfocused eyes squinted at me.
Turning a heated glare to Chad, I stepped forward, towering over him. “Did you give her anything?”
His eyes went wide. “No way. We were just dancing.” He lifted his chin indignantly. “I didn’t do shit, man. I don’t need no roofie to get a chick.”
My head snapped at the first flash from the cell phone camera. Several more flashes quickly followed.
Fuck.
Lily crumbled against my side, stumbling as I pushed our way through the tight circle that formed around us, leaving Chad in the center with his mouth hanging
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