Oh yeah, I did that and was burned.
I don’t know, it’s confusing and scary, but the whole getting to know my team thing and making friends is actually easier than I thought. The guys are pretty cool and very inviting. Especially Markus and Jace. The whole time we’ve been here they’ve treated me like a little sister. Showing me the ropes, dancing with me—but not too close—while making sure that no one got near me, and just being sweet. It’s nice.
Jayden hasn’t said much, though. He’s been nursing a beer and chatting with everyone, but mostly, he just been listening. It’s funny that I never noticed how he watches situations before joining in. I always thought he just jumped in, but I think he analyzes everything before he does it. The way his mind works is quite intriguing and I really want to be in it, but the best part is being under his green-eyed gaze. It’s like having a warm blanket wrapped around me. And I like it a lot.
“Jay, it’s your buy,” Jace says, and I look across the table at him.
“You can buy?”
He grins as he stands. “I’m twenty-one here,” he says with a wink.
A sexy, dirty wink that has me hot all over.
Leaning toward me, Jace whispers, “He has a fake ID.”
“Thanks for clearing that up for me, Sinclair,” I say, pushing him away with a grin. Looking back at the bar, I say, “I’m gonna help him.” I’m sure he can handle it, but I kinda want to talk to him.
“Because he needs help with four drinks!”
Ignoring Jace, I head toward the bar where he is, but as I reach him, so does another girl. A very pretty girl who’s built like a wrestler with long brown hair and killer brown eyes. Her body is sick, and if I were a dude, I’d do her.
“Jayden!” she squeals, hugging him tightly before kissing him dead on the lips.
Whoa, what the hell?
With my brows to my hairline, I stand there shocked as he grins back down at her. “Skylar, where have you been? I haven’t seen you at all this year!”
Their body language is insane. It’s obvious they have history, and of course, I instantly hate her.
“Dude, I’m doing a lot more online classes since I’m working so much for Reese,” she says before moving her finger along his hairline, brushing a stray piece to the side, and he lets her.
And I want to break each of her fingers.
“Awesome, are you doing the dance team this year?” he asks, and she nods.
“Yeah, I got your vote, right?”
He nods before giving her a wink. “Tens all the way, baby.”
Baby? What. The. Ever. Lov
ing. Fuck!
Kissing him again, this time on the jaw, she grins at him before starting to walk away. “Look for me later, a dance, maybe? Or even more?” she adds with a wink.
He scoffs as he nods. “Maybe.”
Maybe? The hell?!
She gives a cute little pout before turning to join her friends. Biting the inside of my cheek, I turn to head back to the table, but before I can get far, he takes ahold of my wrist, stopping me. “Hey, where you going?”
Hooking my thumb to the table, I say, “Back to the table, didn’t want to interrupt you and your friend.”
I say that a little more sharply than I intended, but he just grins at me. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Moore?”
“I don’t get jealous, Sinclair.”
“I bet,” he says before taking a pull of his drink. “She’s just a friend.”