"Thanks." She grabbed my lipstick and scowled at it before finding something darker, smokier. "And why wouldn't he be at Kadia?"
"Because it's filled with college kids and hookers, Grace. He's a hitman. Why would he be interested in any of those people?"
"Here's for hoping." She bumped her hip against mine and we shared a laugh. If nothing else, it would feel good to hang out with her for the night. It had been a long time since we got to let our hair down and have fun.
"Thomas has us covered if we get a little toasted?"
"Yep. Just stick close to me."
"Why is that?" I glanced her way.
"Because you get horny when you get drunk. The last thing we need is for you to fuck my brother again."
I shrugged. "It was three years ago, Grace, and it was an accident. Big deal."
"Agreed, but he's been in love with you since. You're going to have to show me some of your moves."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear any of that." I turned and walked out of the bathroom as a smile spread across my face. I'd been with a few men in my time, but none of them were what I would consider a good lay. Hell, I wasn't even sure what that would look like.
If I had to guess... it would look a lot like Nate.
* * *
"Move it on through. Move." The voice at the front of the line was familiar. Too familiar.
I kept my head down and moved behind the large crowd of people trying to get into Kadia. I was far more worried about stumbling and busting my ass than seeing who was checking I.D.'s at the front door. I'd be there soon enough.
"Oh, nice." Grace turned and glanced over her shoulder. "It's your man, and he looks fucking hot."
"What?" I lifted to my toes and my suspicions were confirmed. Nate was taking tickets at the front door and checking I.D.'s. "Oh hell. It's Nate."
Grace said something, but I couldn't hear her over the pounding of my heart in my chest. I reached into the top of my dress and pulled my breasts up, hoping like hell that I looked better than I felt like I did. Next to Grace I just didn't measure up. She was exotic and thin, I was the girl next door with big boobs and hips that I hated.
"Jenna," Nate spoke, his eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place.
Grace slipped into the open door and someone in the back of the crowd pushed forward, causing me to stumble toward the handsome bastard.
I pressed my hands to his thick chest and glanced up as the air rushed from my lungs. Everything about the moment was perfect except for the fact that I wasn't nearly ballsy enough to press my lips to his.
"Hey. Sorry about that." I turned and barked at the crowd. "Back the fuck up."
"No problem. I've been watching for you all night." His eyes moved down the front of my dress as I pulled my hands from his chest and started to search for my I.D.
"You have? I had this damn I.D. somewhere just a few-"
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you're legal." He winked and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the door. "Bartender's name is Mark. Tell him you and your dark-haired friend can have drinks on me. Save me a dance."
"You dance?" I walked into the club, turning around to get one more glimpse of him before someone grabbed me by the waist and toted me down the stairs toward a large group of my friends.
"There you are." Thomas set me down and spun me around. "Wow." His eyes ran down my body and back up to my face. "You're so fucking hot, but you knew that, didn't you?"
"Not a chance, handsome." I playfully popped him in the face and turned to walk toward the bar where Grace was already perched on a stool.
"You can't wait for anyone? Shit." I took the seat next to her and let out a soft sigh.
"Sorry. I figured it would be better to get out of the way. Your guy at the door has to be one of the best looking men I've seen around here."
"Better than Erik?" I glanced toward the bartender as she flashed me a toothy smile. "Bud Light please?"
