She smiles through her tears. “Goddamn, you scored well,” she says to me with a wink.
Jett laughs, not even slightly thrown by her remark. I get the feeling he’s heard this before. “It’s good to - ”
Darla cuts him off. Her eyes have widened and she looks like she’s about to hyperventilate. “Oh my god, you’re Jett fucking Vaughn!”
“Who?” I ask, taking in her excitement and his blank look.
She’s excited, but the pain has taken over again, and she can’t answer me, so I look at Jett who is watching me with another look I can’t read. Usually I’m good at reading people, but this is the second time tonight I’ve not been able to read him.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “You didn’t know, did you?”
My brows knit. “Know what? I have no idea what either of you are talking about.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Are you going to tell me?” I ask, wishing one of them would fill me in.
Darla’s pain subsides enough for her to answer me. “He’s the lead singer of Crave.” That means nothing to me, and when she realises that, she exclaims, “God, Presley, how can you not know who Crave is? They’re one of the best known rock bands in the world. You of all people should know who they are.”
Jett steps in. “Not everyone has heard of us, Darla. I do occasionally find someone who doesn’t know me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, now you’re just being humble. Everyone knows who you are.” She gives me a pointed stare. “Except Presley which is odd because - ”
I cut her off. “I don’t know every rock star in the world.” I give her a dirty look and then look at Jett. “Sorry.”
He shakes his head. “No, I loved that you didn’t know.”
I send him a wicked grin. “I’m not into rock stars so we can just pretend I don’t know.”
He chuckles. “You’re on.” And then his phone rings and he turns away to take the call.
Turning my attention back to Darla, I bend down and ask, “How are you feeling, hon?”
Her face is etched with pain. “I’ve never been in so much pain. Do you think it’s broken?”
“I have no clue. Jett’s organising a car to come pick you up and take you to the hospital.”
She looks at him in awe and then gives me a dreamy grin. “He’s got a good reputation, you know. Goes through women, apparently, but a nice guy regardless. It’s so nice of him to do this for me.”
“Oh god, you know that most of the shit you hear in the press is crap so I don’t know why you listen to that rubbish.”
She shrugs. “It’s Jett Vaughn, babe. I’ve been following him for years. I can’t believe I’ve met him, but bloody hell, why did it have to be when I look like shit?” She pauses before her eyes light up again and she adds, “Fuck, I can’t believe he’s your one-night stand.”
I laugh and wink at her. “Yeah, he’s the guy I had my lips wrapped around when you rang.”
“How the hell did you get so lucky?”
I’m just about to answer her when Jett comes back. “Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but I’ve got a car waiting downstairs for us.” He looks at Darla. “I’ll carry you down if you’d like.”
I’m sure she’s about to burst from either pain or excitement and I would bet good money on the latter.
She’s tiny, and he easily carries her to the car. Me? I’m still in shock this man gave up a blow job to take my friend to the hospital.