Page 70 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Celeb for sure,” Ava and Logan say at the same time. They laugh and fist-bump each other.

“Please be Gosling.” Logan presses his hands together, praying.

I swivel on my stool, looking around upstairs, and then I see him.

Vaughn.

He’s upstairs, leaning on the railing, bottle of beer in his hand, and he’s looking down…right at me.

His lips curve into a sexy smile.

It hits me right in the chest—and panties.

Then, he pushes off the railing and walks away.

He’s here. What’s he doing here? And why did he just smile at me and walk away?

“Was that Vaughn?” Ava asks in my ear.

Dragging my eyes from where he was, I turn back to her. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Makes sense with all the squealing that went on. Is it sad that I’m not excited he’s here?” She giggles. I think the drinks are going to her head. “I mean, I see him at work every day, so it’s not as exciting anymore.”

“No,” I say. “I get what you mean.”

But it’s a lie because I am excited that he’s here. I could never tire of seeing Vaughn.

“I wonder who he’s with,” Logan says.

“We should find out,” Ava says. “He could be with Julian Jacob and Gabriel Evans.” Her voice goes all dreamy while saying Gabriel’s name, making my ears perk up. “They’re who he parties with now since Cain shit all over him with Piper. We should go up there, see if we can get in. You should go first, Charly.”

“Me? Why?” I feel a whip of paranoia that she knows I slept with Vaughn last night, but I quickly scrub that off, knowing I’m being stupid.

“Because you’re his dresser. You know him better than we do.”

“Um, I know him exactly the same as you do. Less because I’ve been working on set less time than you guys.”

Liar, liar pants on fire.

“Ah, come on, Charly. You’re braver than we are. There’s no way I can go up there and ask to go in, but stuff like that doesn’t bother you.”

Doesn’t it?

No, she’s right. I’m not afraid to do stuff like that usually. I’m just feeling weird that he’s here, and I’m here.

Maybe he thinks I followed him here. I mean, surely, he doesn’t because I didn’t even know he would be out tonight. But he knew I would be, and…

Hang on, when he asked, I didn’t exactly tell him the name of which bar I was going to, but I did tell him I was going to the new bar on Sunset. This is the only new bar on Sunset.

Did he come here because he knew I’d be here?

Now, I want to go up there because I want to know the answer to that question.

“Fine. I’ll see if I can get us in.” I slip off my stool, grabbing my purse and drink. I tuck my purse under my arm.

I head for the stairway, which is unsurprisingly crowded, with Ava and Logan at my heels. I have to push my way through to get up to the top, which is now roped off. It wasn’t earlier.

The power of celebrity.