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Can’t make it. I got plans.
Alistair:
Your “plans” already agreed to meet us there.
Me:
What?
Alistair:
Just be there. 10 p.m.
I pocket my phone and head down to the garage.Did Bentley really agree to go to Unhinged tonight?
I should call her. We need to talk. Then again, maybe it’s best if we both have a little space tonight. Cooler heads will prevail and all that bullshit. I’m so tempted to just go and drag her out of her house though. I don’t recall a time I’ve ever been so fucking conflicted before. I decide to go home and cool off. I’m not going to text her. If she’s not at the club, that’s when I’ll go and hunt down my pretty little runaway.
* * *
I thought,when I saw her here, everything would just fall back into place. That we’d be fine. We’re not. I’m still pissed as hell. I’m stuck sitting next to her, wanting nothing more than to reach out and grab her.
I don’t though. Instead, I’m trying to give Xavier unspoken messages about his PDA with Shardonnay. The man is currently facing a sexual harassment suit from an ex-employee. You’d think he’d be more careful about showing his current secretary so much affection.
“Bentley, let’s dance.” Shardonnay pushes to her feet. “Lucy just walked in. Let’s go meet her.” Xavier stands, intending to follow them. “Nope, girls only. I won’t be long.” Shardonnay blows him a kiss and walks off with Bentley in tow.
I swear you could cut the tension between me and Bentley with a knife. I fucking hate it. I want to talk to her, I want to sort out our issues. At the same time, I want her to fucking come to me. For her to want to work through it together. She hasn’t approached me, and now we’re in some sort of silent standoff with each other.
I watch Xavier as he stares at Shardonnay and Bentley.
“Relax, have a drink. She’ll be fine,” I tell him as Alistair slides into the seat next to him.
“Where’d Shar and Bentley disappear to?” Alistair asks.
I nod my head down towards the dance floor to answer his question.
“Well, you two fools need to get over yourselves. I didn’t sign up to be mates with grumpy old fuckers,” he’s quick to reply.
“You’re the oldest one here,” Xavier tells him.
“By a month. So lighten up. The world is not fucking ending,” Alistair fires back.
“Maybe not for you. Your associate didn’t just quit on you. And why the fuck is she even here? Who invited her?” I ask.
“I did. Figured she needed a night out. She’s been working for your sour ass for a month. Fuck, I’d need a whole fucking brewery if I had to be either of your associates.” Alistair laughs.
“Fuck off,” I grunt.
“I’ll be back. Try not to kill each other. I don’t want to deal with the paperwork.” Xavier makes his way across the room and down the stairs. To the dance floor.
I watch Bentley dance with Lucy, Xavier’s little sister, and Shardonnay. She has a drink in her hand, holding it high above her head as her hips sway. A few guys approach her and I can’t help but smile as she shakes her head and turns them away.
“I’ll be back.” I stand and throw down some cash on the table. “Actually, I won’t be,” I tell Alistair as I leave the booth. Because I plan on taking my little runaway home. It’s been hours since I’ve touched her and I’m getting fucking antsy.
I push my way through the crowd of clubgoers, and when I reach Bentley, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against my front.
“It’s time to go home,” I growl into her ear.
She spins around in my arms. “I’m not sure if I want to be going home with you right now,” she says.
