The Fragile Line: Part One (The Fine Line #2) by Alicia Kobishop Page A
Authors: Alicia Kobishop
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shit. You know I love you. It’s just that we’ve been out here a while, and I think I’m getting frost bite. Oh my God, what if I lose my fingers?”
“You’re not really dressed for the weather, are you, Em?” I joked, eyeing her skimpy royal blue strapless dress, her long black flowing hair as the only thing keeping her shoulders warm.
I had left my coat in the car, knowing that Rain didn’t have a coat check, but at least my waitress clothes kept me warmer than if I were in my regular “clubbing” clothes. I sort of hated the fact that I was going out wearing my work uniform—black pants, flats, and a white button up shirt—but this was a last-minute decision, and I didn’t have time to go home to change first. Instead, I embellished the outfit by adding a variety of bracelets and necklaces that I had stored in my handbag, removing my undershirt, and undoing the top few buttons of my shirt showing just a tiny bit of my hot-pink bra to give my outfit a little highlight.
What was taking Matt so long? In his text, he said he’d give my name to the doorman, but it hadn’t been done yet. I was getting restless. I needed a drink. And the touch of a man.
“Emily, maybe we should just go,” Elle said, her brown wavy bob swooshing up with a gust of wind. The brutal wind had forced her eyeliner to run from the outer corners of her eyes, making it look like she had been crying black tears. “Seeing some stupid celebrity isn’t worth this. Look,” she pointed to the corner bar across the street. “There’s no line there. Let’s just go warm up there for a while.”
“Stupid celebrity? Are you kidding, Elle? Marc Dav is is here,” Emily replied in shock. “Marc. Davis. We LOVE him, remember? I would walk a hundred miles barefoot in snow to meet him! I don’t care how cold it is. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I’d jump him in a second if I had the chance. But what makes you think we’re going to get anywhere near him, let alone meet him?” Elle folded her bare arms across her chest. “This place is crowded with women who are going to be trying to get his attention. We’ll just be two of many.”
“Because we’re hotter than those other bitches. And we’re willing to do whatever it takes to get his attention. We’ll do anything.” Emily took Elle by the shoulders, “ Anything. Right, Elle?”
I rolled my eyes as I began another text to Matt, thankful to be an outsider to their conversation. Just as I was about to hit send, a warm arm found its place on my shoulder and smoothly pulled me toward an equally heated, solid body.
Goosebumps erupted all over me as his heat contrasted with my icy skin and a deep voice whispered in my ear, “Hey, Pink. Did you miss me?”
When I turned to face the man who took me in his arms, I couldn’t speak. Because when Matt’s eyes met mine, the world stopped for a moment, my thoughts becoming an incoherent mess. One thing was clear, though. He looked damn good in his black security t-shirt.
“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” His hands brushed up and down my arms. “You’re not really dressed for the weather, are you?”
“Ha! That’s what she said to me !” Emily chimed in.
Matt turned his attention to Emily. “These must be your friends.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Elle, Em, meet Matt.”
“Hi,” Emily offered her hand.
Matt turned to me as he shook it, “Are all your friends named after letters?”
Before I could respond, Emily’s eyes lit up like she just had the best idea ever.
“Any chance you might be able to get us close to Marc Davis?” she asked.
“Emily,” I scolded, embarrassed by her urgent transparency, “he’s already getting us into the club. Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s no problem,” Matt affirmed. “Marc is actually about to go on stage with his dad, but you guys are welcome in
“You’re not really dressed for the weather, are you, Em?” I joked, eyeing her skimpy royal blue strapless dress, her long black flowing hair as the only thing keeping her shoulders warm.
I had left my coat in the car, knowing that Rain didn’t have a coat check, but at least my waitress clothes kept me warmer than if I were in my regular “clubbing” clothes. I sort of hated the fact that I was going out wearing my work uniform—black pants, flats, and a white button up shirt—but this was a last-minute decision, and I didn’t have time to go home to change first. Instead, I embellished the outfit by adding a variety of bracelets and necklaces that I had stored in my handbag, removing my undershirt, and undoing the top few buttons of my shirt showing just a tiny bit of my hot-pink bra to give my outfit a little highlight.
What was taking Matt so long? In his text, he said he’d give my name to the doorman, but it hadn’t been done yet. I was getting restless. I needed a drink. And the touch of a man.
“Emily, maybe we should just go,” Elle said, her brown wavy bob swooshing up with a gust of wind. The brutal wind had forced her eyeliner to run from the outer corners of her eyes, making it look like she had been crying black tears. “Seeing some stupid celebrity isn’t worth this. Look,” she pointed to the corner bar across the street. “There’s no line there. Let’s just go warm up there for a while.”
“Stupid celebrity? Are you kidding, Elle? Marc Dav is is here,” Emily replied in shock. “Marc. Davis. We LOVE him, remember? I would walk a hundred miles barefoot in snow to meet him! I don’t care how cold it is. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I’d jump him in a second if I had the chance. But what makes you think we’re going to get anywhere near him, let alone meet him?” Elle folded her bare arms across her chest. “This place is crowded with women who are going to be trying to get his attention. We’ll just be two of many.”
“Because we’re hotter than those other bitches. And we’re willing to do whatever it takes to get his attention. We’ll do anything.” Emily took Elle by the shoulders, “ Anything. Right, Elle?”
I rolled my eyes as I began another text to Matt, thankful to be an outsider to their conversation. Just as I was about to hit send, a warm arm found its place on my shoulder and smoothly pulled me toward an equally heated, solid body.
Goosebumps erupted all over me as his heat contrasted with my icy skin and a deep voice whispered in my ear, “Hey, Pink. Did you miss me?”
When I turned to face the man who took me in his arms, I couldn’t speak. Because when Matt’s eyes met mine, the world stopped for a moment, my thoughts becoming an incoherent mess. One thing was clear, though. He looked damn good in his black security t-shirt.
“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” His hands brushed up and down my arms. “You’re not really dressed for the weather, are you?”
“Ha! That’s what she said to me !” Emily chimed in.
Matt turned his attention to Emily. “These must be your friends.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Elle, Em, meet Matt.”
“Hi,” Emily offered her hand.
Matt turned to me as he shook it, “Are all your friends named after letters?”
Before I could respond, Emily’s eyes lit up like she just had the best idea ever.
“Any chance you might be able to get us close to Marc Davis?” she asked.
“Emily,” I scolded, embarrassed by her urgent transparency, “he’s already getting us into the club. Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s no problem,” Matt affirmed. “Marc is actually about to go on stage with his dad, but you guys are welcome in
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