I roll my eyes but I’m not sure he sees with my glasses blocking the view. Sean and Austin follow him around the corner, eyes hard and glaring, talking low enough I can’t decipher their words. They stop when they notice me.
Austin’s lips pinch tighter as his gaze bounces back and forth between me and Trent. “Bragging already? Remember our deal,” he bites out before brushing by and stomping until he disappears inside the bus.
“Sore loser.” Sean shakes his head before he meets my gaze. “Hey, Lexi. You sure you ready for this?” His warm smile is welcoming.
“I was born for this.” I smile back.
“Good.” He glances to the side, nodding at his friend. “So, what were you two chatting about before we interrupted?”
“All the cool party tricks I can do with my tongue.” Trent grins.
“Yeah, and I was just sharing with Trent that ancient Egyptians would amputate a person’s tongue for treason.” I glare at Trent, my eyes drawn to where his Adam’s apple bobs at his throat. “So maybe you should watch what you say.” My gaze lifts to hold his stare. Most men would back off now, play it cool and avoid me, but Trent only lifts his lips in a smile, his brow rising in a silent challenge as if to say,That’s all you got?
Sean’s laughter cuts through the tension that swirls between us.
“I gotta run,” I say and point to my bus. “I was told all the good beds get taken quickly in my ride.
“Well, if you need a bed, Trent’s got the big one on our bus. He wouldn’t mind sharing, would you, T?”
“Fuck you.” Trent laughs and shoves Sean before giving me a wink.
Oh, hell. I shake my head and stomp past them both. “Later, ugly boys,” I mutter loud enough they can hear. Their ensuing laughter fades at my back as I hoof it to Big Betty. By the time I get there every bed is already reserved by a bag or personal item, the most interesting being a bag of weed. There’s one bed left and I groan because I already know it’s the worst. The top bunk closest to the bathroom. Great. My little chat with Trent cost me more than the fifteen minutes of my life I’ll never get back. Now I’m stuck with a spot I can barely reach thanks to my vertically challenged body, and I get to spend my nights listening to the bathroom break stylings of a bus full of men.
I offer up a silent thanks to Amie for her gift of noise silencing headphones. I’m afraid it’s the only way I’ll survive this tour. Maybe I should consider carrying them around to avoid further conversations with Trent and his snake of a tongue. Remembering its length and the way he licked his own face sends a shiver down my back.Ugh. Even my own body is a traitor to that wicked appendage. Too bad it’s attached to such an arrogant mouth.
