“Seriously, little sister? Have you seen me?” I lift my shirt a little exposing my abs as I joke with her. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t have an ego, but I don’t necessarily think I’m God’s gift to women.
“God, you really are full of yourself,” she snorts out a laugh.
“No, Zoey. I just know. There’s something there. Something I haven’t felt in a long time. Not since Lacy.”
The statement makes Jax lean forward. He knows whatever this is I’m feeling isn’t the run of the mill ‘put out, get out’ thing I usually do, but I don’t think he expected me to say that. I’m not sure I did either, but it’s the truth.
“Fuck, Zee, you really are serious about this,” he says with a low whistle.
I run my hand through my hair with a nervous chuckle. “I just want to see what’s there.”
“Do you want me to talk to her?” Zoey asks with a smile.
“No. Let her keep thinking she will stop thinking about me. She’s scared or whatever. It’s fine, but I will get the girl eventually.”
“What’s up cocksucker?”Christian asks as I take a seat in the club chair directly across from him at Night Sky.
“Needed to get out and do something besides fucking promos and shit. I’m already tired of this endorsement crap.”
He lets out a loud laugh. “Ah the troubled life of a superstar. Need something other than just throwing and catching a ball.” I smile with a shake of my head. I casually scratch the side of my head with my middle finger, making him laugh some more.
“If I were catching a ball, it might not be so bad. I’m fucking restless, man,” I tell him.
“I will say, apart from the weeding out we’ve been doing, things have been quiet as hell. Almost too quiet.”
I let out a sigh. I need something to get my adrenaline going. The off season has always been a little difficult for me without the rush of the crowds and the game to get me going. I do what I can to stay in top form, but without the daily practices and constant pressure of the game, this time of year is always when I feel the most antsy. Tori could fill that gap. She gives me a rush like I've never felt before, but I told her I'd stay away. “I just needsomething.”
He settles back into his club chair with his drink. His eyes roam the expanse of the rooftop club then move slowly up to the next level dancefloor. I notice his eyes focus on someone up there. I turn my head to see who it could be. A slow grin spread on my face as I see Hunter looking sexy as hell moving seductively. “What’s going on there?” I ask him knowingly with a gesture to her.
“Just having some fun,” he says with a shrug, but I’ve seen that look too many times. That is not the look of someone having fun.
“Rory know?” I ask with a raised brow as I flag over a waitress.
“There’s nothing to know,” he declares but I can see the nervousness written all over his face. He doesn’t want Rory to know because he knows he might just lose his crap.
I just nod in understanding, but the truth is I don’t. I know Rory and Bastian are the bosses of River City, but I’ve never understood why everyone fears them. I guess it is more difficult for me to understand the concept when I’ve never met anyone that I’m afraid of.
I shift in my chair a few times. The restless energy I’m feeling only being exacerbated by the thump of the music and the energy of those around me. “Maybe you just need to get laid,” Christian says with a grin.
I laugh because he’s probably fucking right. I haven’t gotten that kind ofreleasesince Zoey and Jax’s wedding. And to be honest, it was mediocre at best. The girl had a rockin’ body and all, but she had no idea what she was doing. Kind of a waste but girls like her usually are. They try to get by on their looks alone.
A waitress finally comes over with my drink, and I throw it back in one gulp then request another. “I probably do need to get laid,” I admit. “I just haven’t had time to really look. Too much other bullshit going on.”
“Zane Valen doesn’t have a girl on speed dial for this type of problem?” he asks as he arches a brow in surprise.
“Fuck that,” I laugh. “Remember who you’re talking to. Put out and get out. I try not to do the whole repeat performance thing. That’s how you get stalkers.”
Hunter saunters up about that time looking sexy as hell in a white mini dress that makes her tan skin glow. I flash her my signature smile, and she gives a little giggle. “Oh no,” Christian says with a chuckle, “none of that panty dropping smile.”
Hunter begins to flush at his comment as my smile spreads. “Afraid of a little competition?” I say as I look to Hunter with a wink.
“You don’t play fair,” his grin turns to a scowls. “Not everyone can make women melt with nothing but a smile.”
Hunter looks me over appreciatively. “It’s not the smile, babe,” she tells him teasingly. “It’s just him. He just – he's magnetic.” Christian’s entire posture stiffens. His scowl deepens. The waitress come back with my next drink.
“Don’t worry, Chris. I’m not in the habit of taking other people’s girls unless they deserve it.”
But for someone who was just telling me a few seconds ago how they were just having fun, he is awfully possessive of her. Hunter looks down at him in confusion and surprise at his reaction.
