Breaking Even(13)
“What the hell does that mean?” I ask, closing the door to my office.
At least I was able to shower the glitter off me—mostly. I'm thankful the locker rooms I had installed have awesome showers. And I'm also glad that I had a few changes of clothes on hand for the sake of an emergency.
This girl will have to deal with jeans and a T-shirt. I don't have time to go home and change.
“Here,” I say, handing Jessica—my assistant—the donuts. “Take these to the house across the street from me and leave them with a girl named Maggie.”
She nods as she walks away, and I return my attention Tag. “Well,” I prompt when he still doesn't answer.
“Sorry. I was trying to get this email typed and sent before leaving. What I meant was, this girl isn't a Victoria's Secret supermodel.”
Ah. “So she's a dog.”
He chuckles as I climb in my car. I have it cranked and moving down the road as he instructs his workers about what to do next. The suspense is killing me. At this rate, I'll be at Silk before he can answer.
“No,” he says at last. He's closer to Dane's famous club than I am. It’s too early to be at a damn club. It’ll be hard to give the girl the slip when she gets on my nerves if the club is empty.
“Care to elaborate?” I ask as he talks business a second longer.
“Sorry. It's crazy this week. But she's not a dog. She's cute, but that's it. She's sweet and possibly too nice for you.”
Too nice for me? I play that over in my head, trying to decide if I should be offended or not.
“What the hell does that mean?” I growl, deciding to be offended.
“That means you like the wild ones, and this girl is the definition of... well, sweet. She's not the kind of girl who is going to tie you up and steal your wallet in the middle of the night. She's going to make you breakfast in bed. Ash thought she was perfect for Wren.”
So Wren gets the sweet girls with a good heart, and I get the crazy girls with a banging bod.
“Maybe I like breakfast in bed,” I mumble like a sulking baby.
His laughter pisses me off as I pull up at the club, and seconds later, I see his Mercedes pulling up. He talks to me on the phone, even though I can see him.
“She's not the porn-star babe you normally go for,” he says. “That's all I'm saying.”
I put my phone down as we near each other before I say, “You have no room to talk. Your wife looks like every guy's fantasy.”
He glares at me as he decides how to answer, and then he shrugs. “True. But she's also pretty fucking incredible. She's more than a pretty face.”
Fucking dick. He gets it all, but I'm shallow for expecting as much of my dates?
“Sounds like a double standard,” I grumble, following him into the loud club.
He just laughs as we make our way through the crowded bodies. It's only eight at night, but you'd think it was midnight with this many people crowding the place.
“Why are there so many people here?” I yell, letting my voice carry over the music.
I didn't notice that many cars parked out front. Then I hear him—Tag's cousin. Base Masters is jamming away on the stage, and I shake my head as to say never mind when Tag turns to answer.
Base's group, The Fallen, are always a big draw for this area.
“Hey,” Rain Sterling, the sexiest blonde I know, says as she comes closer.
Dane Sterling is an ass for having her, but she comes with drama tattooed on her forehead. “Hey,” I say as Tag walks off, leaving me behind.
“Ash said you were coming. I'm surprised she thinks you and Brin will be a good match, but I'm proud of you for getting your head out of your ass and wanting a real woman instead of one the shallow girls you've been dating.”
Glad her opinion of me is so high.
“Thanks,” I mutter dryly, not bothering to mention that I'm merely standing in for Wren.
“She's so sweet and so pretty,” she says, and that makes me cringe.
Girls only call other girls pretty when they're ugly as hell. Wren owes me for this.
“We're taking a break. You guys are awesome,” Base Masters says into the microphone, waving at his crazed fans as he hops down from the stage. I can't believe Tag didn't tell me his cousin was in town.
“There they are,” Rain says, guiding me toward the group standing at the bar as Dane talks to them.
Dane eyes me when he sees Rain's hand on my arm, and I do what I can to move away from her grip. Rain Sterling—who used to be Rain Noles—is one girl I've never tried getting with because of that dick. Even when we were kids I knew better. Ethan—her cousin—always told me she and Dane would end up married.
The only body in our group that I don't know is the one with her back turned. Her waist is hugged by a semi-tight dress. It stops mid-thigh to show her short, lightly tanned legs. But it’s her perky ass that gives me the most hope.