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“Yeah. Like the bellini’s and stuff like that. They’re pretty.”
“They’re a hangover.”
I shrug. “You asked what I’d order. That’s what I’d order.” I swirl my drink gently. “But this is good, too. A bit dry, but it’s good.”
“Candace drinks them plain. Yours has lime tonight.”
“Oh.” I take an exploratory sip, licking my lips to chase the pleasure. “I like this.”
“Do it again,” his command is rough.
“What?”
“Take another drink.” I do as he commands, sipping again. Before I can lick my lips clean, he leans in and does it for me. I’m so shocked, a little moan spills from my lips into the room, deafening conversation.
“Shit, man,” Kane says. “Never seen you like this with a chick.”
“She’s not a chick,” Cash responds, never breaking eye-contact with me. “She’s my girl.”
Okay, so I might know this is fake. But it doesn’t feel fake right now. Right now, when he looks at me like this, it feels all too real.
After a long moment, I break eye-contact to turn my attention to the room. I feel flushed all over, forty percent excited and sixty percent nervous. I don’t know what I’ve done by agreeing to this fiasco, but I’m starting to think in the end, I’ll be the one who ends up with a broken heart. I should have known, really. Should have suspected. Everything about Cash Jagger screams heartbreak. I mean, look at his band name.
Still, even though my mind is screaming, I settle into the warmth of his big chest like I really do belong here. I sip my drink and feel a buzz coming on fast, because clearly when a girl doesn’t drink, it means she’s a lightweight.
I begin to lose myself to the night, letting the flow of conversation and laughter take me places as the guys laugh. Candace tells everyone about something funny hers and Ian’s cat did, surprising me.
“You have a cat?”
“Oh, yeah. We call him Bells, but his actual name is Beelzebub.”
“Isn’t that—like—a demon?”
Ian shoots me a grin. “It’s another name for Satan, actually.”
I frown. “You call your cat Satan?”
“You’d understand if you met him.” Tav takes another pull. “Cat’s a menace.”
“He just don’t like you,” Kane interjects.
Tav shoots Kane a hurt look. “He don’t like you, either.”
“Likes me just fine.”
Tav’s brows shoot high. “It bit you last time we were over there.”
Kane snaps his teeth seductively at Tav, who grimaces. “Love bite.”
Candace snorts. “Bells really is a menace. Ian found him in the trash bin outside our apartment. He was with his whole litter but…”
“No.” Horror-struck, my hands cover my mouth.
“Ian couldn’t leave him there alone like that. He came into our apartment with this tiny black head poking out from his leather jacket, big Halloween-yellow eyes—s’why he got his name—anyway, it was a done deal. Bells was ours from that moment on.”
“People are…”
“Bad. Evil. Mean and cold-hearted?” Candace finishes for me. “Yeah, a lot are.”
