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I scrubbed a hand over my jaw as my eyes watched the girls roll and pop their hips to the beat.
Brittany was beautiful. No denying that. She had filled into her looks over the last four years. Killer curves, perfect rack. But what she had in physicality, she lacked in personality. College had mellowed her somewhat, but deep down, Brittany was as artificial and fake as the rest of the rich girls in our section of the club.
“Never going to happen,” I said, taking a long pull of my beer.
“Your loss, man. Your loss,” he chuckled.
I shook my head with a smirk. These guys were my friends, but I still didn’t feel like one of them. Sure, I’d adapted to the money and the extravagance of life in Upper Arlington, but it wasn’t me.
Not deep down.
Not when I’d been the kid with nothing, the kid cold and hungry waiting for his mom to sober up and feed him.
“When do you leave for camp?”
“Not until June tenth. I can’t wait. Out there, all the shit in here”—I tapped my head—“just disappears, you know.”
“I’m not sure I could do it, man. All those brats and not to mention the bugs. Ugh.” Vaughn shuddered, and I laughed. “It’s Hocking Hills, Dev. It isn’t Outer Mongolia.”
“Blake.” Brittany and the girls sauntered over; dressed head to toe in designer dresses and matching accessories, they left a trail of drooling guys watching after them.
“Easy, Brit.” I held her at arm’s length as she tried to slide onto my lap.
“Come on, relax. Have fun. Celebrate with me.” She pouted and leaned forward a little giving me a good eyeful of her tits.
“I’m always available, Brit. Just hop on over here.” Vaughn flashed her that shit-eating grin of his and patted his lap.
She frowned before rolling her eyes. “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man alive, Vaughn.”
“Ouch,” he responded, clutching his heart, pretending to be wounded.
Brittany gave in and shimmied between us before reaching for her cocktail. Her hand slipped, and the glass went crashing to the floor. “Shit.”
“Nice one, Brit.” I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice. Her fumble had drawn attention to us, the thing I hated most in the world.
“Sorry, maybe I’m a little more drunk than I thought. Take me home?”
“I can make sure you—”
I reached around Brittany’s slender frame and squeezed Vaughn’s shoulder. “Never happening, asshole. Might as well give it up.”
“Never.” He grinned at me. “Have you seen her tits?” he mouthed behind her back.
Shaking my head, I stood and offered my hand to Brittany. “Come on, let’s go.”
* * *
“Why don’t you want me?” Brittany blurted out in the back of the cab.
I eyed the cabbie, but thankfully, he wasn’t listening.
“Brit, you’re drunk, and it’s late. Let’s not do this now.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder and sighed. I thought she had fallen asleep.
Apparently not.
“We’d be so good together, Blake,” she murmured, “and it would please our parents. You know they want us to make it official. Join together two of the most influential families in Columbus. It would be perfect. We’d be perfect…” Her voice trailed off, and her breathing evened out.
