“Coming from you, that’s a compliment,” Maddox tells her with a laugh.
“Have you guys been playing long?” I ask
“Together, no. We just kind of started a few months ago when we met Jake and Dane.” Ryder nods to them.
“How’d you get this gig?” Heidi asks curiously.
“The DJ here is a friend of ours. He heard us play and asked if we wanted to try the live thing.”
“You’ve never played in front of people before?” I exclaim.
“Nope.” Jake grins. “You really think we were good?”
“Hell, yeah you were good.” Garrett nods.
“You going to introduce your friends, love?” Ryder asks me with a smirk.
I blush while giving myself a mental facepalm. With my hand, I gesture to the boys first. “This is Louis Morris and Garrett Montgomery. And this is Heidi Jones, but it seems you may already know her.”
“More like know of her,” Dane says across from us. “You guys order drinks?”
I show him the bottle of water in my hand. “Can’t exactly order much else,” I grin.
“Sure, you can.” He grins, waving the waitress over. “Get them whatever they want,” he tells her when she appears. “Just say it’s for me.”
She gives him a smile and wink then makes her way back to the bar. I watch her as she walks away with an extra sway to her hips. She glances back over her shoulder to see if he’s watching. Her face falls when she realizes he hasn’t spared her a second glance.
I shake my head at the cliché. The four insanely sexy men with women throwing themselves at them. And the men who barely acknowledge them because they’re so used to it. And that was a woman that just walked away. Just like the two that have walked up to the table in the last five minutes to talk to them. Grown, sexy,experiencedwomen, not the little girl from Craryville who has never been on a date.
Whydo these two guys seem interested in me when they very obviously have their pick? Maybe it’s the challenge. Although, I’m here, so I can’t be that much of a challenge in their eyes.
“Where did you go, love?” That sexy accent breathes into my ear, and makes my entire body erupt in goosebumps.
“What?” I ask, mentally pulling myself together. He may affect the hell out of me, but I don’t want him to see it.
“Just now. It seemed like you were a million miles away.”
“Oh. I was just wondering how you guys got me in here,” I lie. “I’m not readily equipped with a fake ID like most people.”
“We figured as much.” Maddox grins. “You don’t seem the type.”
My spine straightens, and I fight the threat of yet another blush. I know I’m not the type. For them to just say it though, it’s a little embarrassing and insulting. I tilt my chin up a tad in a show of defiance. “What makes you think you know anything about me?” I snap.
Everyone at the table chuckles at my display, pissing me off further. I am not the type. But I don’t like being typecast. I don’t like people to assume they know me.
I’m about to explode into a long rant about just that when Heidi grabs my arm. “Come on. Dance with me,” she tells me. She turns to Garrett and Louis. “You too.”
She drags me to the dance floor without a look back. Once we’re there, Louis slips behind me with a chuckle in my ear. “You looked like you were going to rip someone’s head off.”
I bite my lip, then begin to giggle. “Oh my god, I overreacted, didn’t I?”
“Just a smidge,” he chuckles.
“I just don’t want to be boxed in,” I admit. It’s not something I’ve admitted often. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not, and I love who I am. But I hate when people try to assume they know me.
“No one was boxing you in, Ven. They made an observation. An astute one at that, considering the hair and piercings contradict everything about you.”
I turn around in his arms stiffly. “Anyone ever tell you that you are a smart man, Louis?”
