Losing Control by Desiree Wilder Page B

the shower, toweled off, wrapped it around my waist and headed into the other room. I had to know what Trey found out with Gia.
    “Well, your girlfriend looks a lot better in a towel than you do,” Trey said. I felt my heart beat an extra beat when he said ‘girlfriend’. “I’m just sayin’…”
    “What are you talking about? What did Gia say? Is she going to meet me tonight?” I was irritated by his lack of immediate information.
    “I went over to the girls’ camp and gave them the VIP passes,” he started. “They all seemed super excited, but Gia wasn’t around at first.” My heart sank. “Then she comes walking out of the back looking fucking amazing in nothing but a towel—a very short towel.” He was smiling. I wanted to knock him out. “Anyway, Dana and the other girls said they’d be there but Gia wouldn’t give a definite answer.”
    “Did she seem upset?” I was worried.
    “No, man. She must’ve just showered and she was all decked out, like I said, she looked fucking amazing.” Can’t you just say beautiful? “And she seemed to be in a playful mood, actually. I really can’t see the other three girls coming and not Gia. What happened? Did you two go up to Sunset?” he asked.
    “Yes, but we had a little disagreement and we were both real tired, so we didn’t get to resolve it, and make a plan for tonight. I’m not sure she wants to see me.” I tried not to look like my world just crumbled.
    “Well, you’ve got a few hours to figure it out, man. I’m sure they’ll probably be in the VIP bar pretty soon,” Trey suggested. It was a good idea.
    “What else is on the agenda?” I asked, knowing that he probably took care of everything this morning while I slept.
    “Not much. The meeting went good. Everyone seemed to have a good night last night. A couple of fights and some underage drinking was all security had to deal with. I checked in the orders, met a couple bands, made rounds, and drove through the campground when I took the passes over. It’s all good, so now you can buy me some dinner.” Trey was the best right hand man I could’ve ever hoped for.
    “Thanks, man. I’ll buy you dinner and drinks and I won’t even expect you to put out later, okay?” I said and Trey laughed.
    “Get dressed,” he said.
     
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    Trey and I drove the cart around for a while. It was a fulfilling feeling to see the place packed and looking so alive. We stopped and chatted with a few people. Trey was right, it was all good.
    He saw a few guys he knew, so he ran over to talk to them while I was talking to Marcus on my cell. When I hung up, I looked over toward the stage and saw her—Hotness.
    I about fell off the cart. Trey was right again, she looked fucking amazing. She was singing and dancing with a bunch of people, light all around her, just like in my dream. I was relieved that she was having a good time after what had happened between us. I wasn’t real relieved however, with the attention she was attracting from all the men in the vicinity. She was wearing a short skirt with leather boots that went up to her thighs—every guy’s fantasy—and no one could look better wearing it than she did.
    “Holy shit!” Trey had come back without me noticing and saw what I was seeing. “No wonder you fantasized about her for ten years!” he said, smiling. I wanted to knock him out again. “No offense, man,” he added. “My girl Dana is holding her own for sure!” I hadn’t even noticed the other girls.
    They were dressed to impress also, and that made me feel a little better. It’s just what girls do here, they get all rocked out and wear all the stuff they don’t get to wear anyplace else, just like we do when we ride our Harleys. I get it. It wasn’t like she was on the prowl for some guy to do to her what I wouldn’t, was it? I couldn’t stand the thought of it.
    “Let’s eat,” I told Trey. “That omelet I had at three this morning is long gone.”
    “Since