Chapter Nine
Sawyer
In the bathroom, I ringed my eyes with black eyeliner to give them a smoky look. My backless glittery halter exposed a lot of skin. Only two strings kept it in place. Black leather pants molded to my skin. I felt sexy and wanton. All I could think about was Kurt running his hands across my nipples from behind as we danced. Man, my imagination had been running wild.
Of course, that wasn’t going to happen with Kurt. Roommates. But I couldn’t make the images stop.
As I was fighting to put those thoughts out of my mind, a text came through from an unknown number.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Jordan. Cameron gave me your number.
Oh no. I threw my head back. Why me?
But I was a grown woman, and I could handle this. I responded back.
Me: Hey.
Jordan: I’m riding with Cameron and Monica to the club after the concert. Do you want us to pick you up tonight?
Before I had a chance to respond, I got another text.
Jordan: You would spare me from having to be the third wheel. And we could bring you to the concert.
What in the world was I supposed to do? Deep down, part of me was looking for an escape from Kurt. If Jordan offered it up, I might end up using him to fuck Kurt out of my mind. But then it would be truly over with Kurt.
“Sawyer?”
Startled, I placed my hand on my heart and whirled around. “Shit, you scared me.”
He gave me his debonair smile. “I just spoke with Frank. He’s going to take care of George.”
I giggled. “You love that lap poodle as much as I do.”
“Maybe.”
His eyes moved over my body. “Is that what you’re wearing tonight?”
I felt the caress all over. Tilting my head, I responded teasingly, “Yes. And it’s perfectly acceptable, according to Vera.”
“Vera and Victoria are terrible judges. I don’t think you should let them lead you. I could find you a better role model.”
“Like who?”
He scratched his chin. “Probably someone eighty or so years old, likes to knit, and has prudish behaviors.”
I laughed and hit his shoulder. “Hardy har har. I think I’ll stick with Victoria and Vera. I also have Gucci and Valentino waiting in the wings.”
We were grinning at each other like two buffoons. “I’m up for the challenge.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my lipstick. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
Kurt looked at his phone for a second before turning his focus back on me. “When are you going to be ready? I wanted to let the limo driver know when to pick us up.”
I chewed my lip. “Jordan just texted and asked if I wanted to ride with him, Cameron, and Monica. The band may not want me tagging along.”
Kurt’s face tensed. “You’re not cramping our style.” Then it softened. “Ride with me…with us. Please.”
This seemed important to Kurt. Maybe it was a band bonding thing. I nodded. “Okay. But if I do become a nuisance to them, let me know.”