His sullied expression grows. “Just some personal stuff.”
He gathers the paperwork into a pile. Once he has them nicely stacked, he leans back in his chair, sending the squeak of worn leather into my ears. My interests pique when he locks his eyes with mine. I’ve never seen them filled with as much hope as they have right now.
“How much do you know about the girl Noah was talking about yesterday?” His tone is more serious than the one he was using moments ago.
I adjust my position in his uncomfortable chair before answering, “I don’t know her at all.”
My reply is honest. Noah mentioned an Emily when we assisted Jacob in pulling his famous panty-dropping prank months ago, but other than yesterday, he’s never mentioned her to me before. I asked him to help us out in the hope of getting our band’s name mentioned to Isaac’s music executive friend, but instead of talking up the band, he used the time to talk about some chick he only met a handful of times.
My knee bobs up and down when Isaac asks, “Can you see what you can find out about her for me?”
I prop my ankle onto my knee to hide its bounce. My brother has an annoying habit of studying my every move, and I don’t want to add fuel to his annoying neurosis.
Wanting to keep the focus off me, I ask, “What’s your interest in her?”
He didn’t seem interested when Noah went on and on and on about Emily yesterday, so my curiosity is piqued as to why he wants information now.
“Just see what you can find out, then I’ll give your band a mention to Cormack.” His words are practically growled, but they have both my heart and ego paying attention.
“Seriously?” I’ve been doing shit chores for him for months hoping he’d mention our band to his music executive friend, so if I have to snoop on Noah’s love life for that to happen, I'm willing to do that.
When Isaac nods, I say, “I’ll see what I can find out.”
Smirking, he opens his drawer, gathers out a handful of photos then hands them to me. The first photo is a pretty brunette in a fluorescent yellow dress. She’s standing on the edge of a dance floor, her face etched with concern as she stares at something in the distance. The image is grainy, as if it were printed off the security cameras Isaac has installed around his nightclubs.
“Is this her?”
Isaac smirks before dipping his chin in confirmation. I can understand Noah’s fascination. She's stunningly beautiful—if you’re into brunettes.
When I flick to the next photo, a line of sweat dots my forehead. The same girl is pictured wedged between Jenni and Nicole. She has her arms wrapped around their waists as they saunter down the entrance of the Dungeon nightclub.
Oh shit.
If the girl Noah is interested in is friends with Jenni, that not only means she could ruin my plan to get into Jenni’s panties; she could also stop our band from making it big.
Fuck!
Chapter Eight
Nick
“Do you need a lift? Or do you often stand on the corner?” I fill my tone with cheekiness to hide my excitement. I drove to Erkinsvale hoping to see Jenni, and to my surprise, the first person I stumble upon is her. She’s standing on the corner of a busy intersection, waiting to cross.
Ever since our date weeks ago, I haven’t been able to get her out of my fucking head. I reached out to her a few times to schedule a second date, but all my calls were forwarded to her voicemail, so my ego decided to spend its Monday afternoon driving to her Hicksville town. I had no clue what I planned to do when I got here. I just wanted a chance to talk to her. I knew it would only be a matter of time before Emily warned her to stay away from me, but I don’t give up easily. When I want something, I don’t stop until I get it.
I want Jenni.
I want her underneath me.
I want her in my bed.
And I want her screaming my name when she comes.
I’m torn from my wicked thoughts when Jenni’s light blue eyes stray my way. Air escapes her nostrils when she discovers who’s accosting her. With a snarl, she pivots on her heels and briskly strolls down the sidewalk.
Not willing to let her flee without hearing me out, I yank my truck down the side street. Numerous motorists honk their horns, angered that I ran a red light. I didn’t have much choice. With how fast Jenni is fleeing, I needed to act quickly so I didn’t lose her from my sight.
Once I’m illegally parked in a handicapped space, I undo my seatbelt, throw open my door, then bolt across the bustling main street of Erkinsvale. For its low population, there are a lot of people milling around.
