Hanging on (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2) (17 page)

We did Red Headed Sluts, which were fairly easy for the first shot of the night. At least there was that.

Champagne cocktails in hand, I stepped away from the bar, my “important” mask settling firmly over my face. It was like we were in L.A. at a hotspot. The girls flocked around me, ready to strut our entrance.

The bar went quiet.

“What’d we do wrong?” Jane whispered.

The whole bar, men and women both, looked at us like they were scientists watching little green men walk into the room. Some even had their drinks paused halfway to their lips.

“What’s the matter, ain’t y’all seen girls lookin’ to have fun?” Flem yelled in an overly Southern accent.

We all started laughing and strutted toward the dance floor. If we had feather boas, we would have flung them over our shoulders as we passed. The “A” list had arrived, ladies and gentlemen; let’s get the party started!

As we cleared the wide, but low, doorway into the dance area, all the girls slowed down.

“Holy fuck, this place if fecking
massive
, lads!” Claire said, staring at the distant stage.

“Does it get busy? What time is it?” Lump asked, checking an empty wrist.

“It will,” I assured them. “We’re still fairly early.”

As we sauntered past the currently empty dance floor, the DJ, who was setting up his equipment, stopped what he was doing. As we neared he yelled out: “Y’all dancin’ tonight?”

“That depends,” Flem yelled back. “You spinin’ something worth dancing
too
?”

He smirked. “All night long, darlin’. All night.”

“Oh no,” Jane said, looking up the ledge of stairs. “These shoes, this drink, and that mountain do not go together.”

“So, no VIP area for us?” I asked in a light tone, hesitating.

Jane was the first one to reach for the banister.
That’s what I thought.

We handled it like ditsy blonds, which was to say we held onto each other and onto the banister, giggled and laughed at ourselves, and finally made it to the top with more than a few hair flicks.

My favorite bouncer met us.

“Oh now,” he said as we crested the top, “am I gonna be taxiing you all up and down these stairs all night?”

“
You know you love it!” I said back sassily.

He just smiled and shook his head. “They’re all down at the end.”

I nodded and continued on, the harem at my heels, the lights dimming even as we made our way back. The DJ was going to start soon. Butterflies tickled my stomach for the night to come.

I sincerely hoped I didn’t make an ass of myself.

As we neared the back, I saw William at the far corner, watching the progression. I thought he would be looking over all the girls indiscreetly, but instead he only had eyes for me. My heart surged, still affected. I smiled with elation as I met his eyes. He smiled back and winked.

The last time I was here—the night of the dance off—William’s party was in the same stop, but only occupied one large booth and a few outlying tables. Tonight the whole back area was roped off, encompassing four booths and more than a few people I had rarely seen out. As I figured, William had done it up big. Absolutely no one could show up to Froggy’s for the rest of the night, and we’d still have a great party.

I couldn’t help but notice, as we passed the last bouncer before we were in our designated zone, that William was leaning against a bar in the corner. It looked like it was set up for our personal use. Which meant we didn’t even have to walk or wait on a waitress to get alcohol.

We were going to get so shit-faced. I was actually getting a little nervous about it.

Adam was by the railing with a few guys I didn’t know. They were watching us walk through like a bunch of kids looking at Playboy for the first time.

“Jessica,” Lump said in my ear, “these guys are hot!”

Easily the prettiest of us, and the one that usually could get any guy she was after, at least for a little while, she was often the hardest to please. Nearly impossible in fact.

I gave her a smug smile.

“
Yee haw,” I heard Flem say.

“Oh
lads
,” Claire exclaimed. “This is
class
! We’re going to get
langers
!”

That meant drunk. Very, very drunk. To hell with not making an ass of myself, I hoped I would
survive
.

I meandered to William with a stomach full of butterflies and gave him a big hug.

“Love you and thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

His eyes were gentle as he looked at me. “Figured you pushing me so hard for guy time meant you needed some girl time. Plus, Adam and Moose wanted you to stop picking on them, so we figured you needed your crew around to take some of the fight outta you.”

“Won’t they get a nasty surprise when they realize picking on them is just plain comedy and I don’t intend to stop?”

“They will, which is why I thought it best to leave it a surprise. You’re welcome.”

I laughed and slipped my fingers through his. We turned as one to my friends.

“Okay gals, this is my man. Keep off.”

I was met with nods and smiles. William squeezed my hand.

There was one tiny, little, itty-bitty issue with the girls present, and it had to do with Lump. I wasn’t a very jealous person, especially with my friends, but Lump always managed to draw the attention of the guy I was with. She never meant to, and she never acted on it, but more often than not, my date would wander away from me…toward her. She was prettier and more confident, more kept together, and I was terrified William would see this and realize he settled for the wrong Californian.

I tried to ignore it, tried to control the hesitation to introduce her with the same weight as the others, but ever since the second Dusty episode, I was hard pressed to hide anything from William’s watchful eyes. While he noticed something was off, though, he didn’t comment. He simply gave each girl a smile, a nod in hello, and looked to the next introduction. Perfect gentleman in every way.

I hoped it lasted.

When I was done and everyone said hello, William gestured to the bar behind him. “Open house, ladies. Help yourself. Bar is free all night long. I heard y’all liked a party, so I took the liberty of inviting everyone worth your time. And a few that aren’t. If you have any trouble, let me know and I’ll take care of it. Otherwise, have a good time! Welcome to Austin.”

“William. May I call you Willie?” Flem asked as if she was speaking to the governor.

He looked at her like she fascinated him.

She fascinated most people.

He nodded with a confused smile. He was used to me, after all. My friends and I were all cut out of the same twisted, screwed up cloth.

“Great. Willie. Little Willie, if I may...” She cleared her throat like a doctor might when talking about the new rash you found on your little finger. “This won’t do.” She pointed to the bar.

“What?” Claire said, outraged.

“No Claire. You especially. No. This won’t do.” Flem turned to all the girls. “We. Need. Structure! We can’t be let loose on an open bar. We’ll have to be scraped outta here!”

“Works for me.”
Jane?!
“I need to relax!” She headed off to the bar.

Claire followed directly. Flem shook her head, not budging. Until Lump pulled her, then pulled me out of William’s arm, and all of us headed together. There would be no wimps, and no mushy-mushy tonight.

Well, until everyone got drunk. Then all bets were off.

We asked for another champagne cocktail just as the DJ started playing. The song wasn’t great, so we went to the center of our area and chatted with each other. William was off with the boys, trying to give me space.

After a few pleasantries, Flem said, “Okay, can I broach the subject?” She looked at all the girls.

Here it comes. Judgment day.

Jane nodded. Lump shrugged. Claire took a sip. Flem looked at me. “Spill. How did we not know about him?”

“You did! I told you I was with someone.”

“You said ‘with someone,’ yeah. You didn’t say ass deep in love with a good-looking, incredibly suave catch of the
century
!”

“Jessica,” Jane said, “you really did fail to mention how incredibly hot he was. My God. He is in good shape. His butt just won’t quit!”

My mouth dropped open as I stared at Jane’s serious face. She didn’t make those kinds of remarks normally. What had happened to her in my absence? Too much time alone with Flem, apparently.

“I personally couldn’t stop staring at his shoulders,” Lump said. “He’s a strapping young buck.”

I got a twinge of fear.

Claire raised her hand. “Chest.”

“Eyes,” Flem said. “There is something about them. They pull you to him or something. Weird. Sexy.”

“Alright, alright, al
right
. Enough you all.
My
guy, remember? Not up for grabs.”

“Yeah, but...
Jess
... he is really hot! Why did you not mention that?” Jane asked.

“Oh fer fucks-sake, leave the girl alone, will ya? She was probably too busy gettin’ laid and being saved,” Claire said with a
tsk
.

“Does he live up to his name?” Jane asked quietly.

“Jane, who are you? What did Flem do to you?” I gawked at her.

Flem shook her head. “Not me. Tests in general. This master’s program is kicking her ass. She finally knows what we all feel like in school!”

Jane rolled her eyes and ignored us. “So, about
Little
Willie.”

I sighed. Then smiled sinfully. “Nowhere near little. And
good
in bed! I orgasm almost every time!”

“Shut up!” Lump said quietly with a conspirator smile. We all looked around us.

Guys were loitering close, but not too close. These guys were professionals. They wouldn’t move in until they had a clear shot, and all of us huddled together and sober was a suicide mission.

William was standing off with Adam and Moose at the banister. Adam’s eyes swiveled around our area, around the dance floor, but often came back to us, undecided which girl would get his full attention. Also, by the look of it, undecided which body part he liked best.

Moose looked anywhere but at our group. He was probably fervently hoping his girlfriend would arrive any minute. He needed someone to keep him out of trouble.

William’s eyes met mine with a gentle smile, until he realized he was the object of scrutiny. He straightened up slightly, his smile slipping.

We huddled together again. “In a movie I heard once that the guy played her like a violin. Well...”

“Sex in the City,” Flem said quickly.

“It is really that good?” Jane asked.

“Yes! Seriously!”

“And...” Flem looked at the girls for help.

“...do you really love him?” Lump asked.

I paused. This part was admitting a real involvement in someone. An emotional commitment that might not be reciprocated. It was a scary thing to think it, but even scarier to admit it to your girlfriends that would tell you if you were going down the wrong road. Often times a situation viewed from outside wasn’t as great as when it was viewed from within. I hoped against hope this wasn’t that kind of situation, because I couldn’t think higher of William. I didn’t want holes poked in my perfect relationship.

At least, not until the newness wore off.

I took a deep breath and nodded solemnly. All the girls nodded back thoughtfully. Vigilance would be the name of the game. They would watch him, us together, me without him, and report back their findings.

I didn’t want to hear that he was too good for me. I thought it often enough as it was.

“Alright, if you guys are done judging me, how about meeting everyone else?” I asked, ready to change the subject.

“Hot ones first,” Lump said laughing.

The only people I knew were around William, Brad included. Usually I would wait for the boys to stop talking and acknowledge us, but as that was already the case, I let fire.

“Okay, usual suspects first,” I said, pointing to Adam. “This is William’s right hand man, and probably the most protective of the bunch. Also the biggest whiner. Adam.”

Adam scowled slightly, but with so many pretty girls staring at him, he quickly resumed lamb eyes. He nodded, not having a hat to tip.

“And Moose. Might be the biggest, but easily the softest of the bunch.”

“
Softest?”
Moose roared. He curled up his massive arms to display his giant rack of muscle. He then turned around and gave us a show of his back muscles, which miraculously, showed through his loose dress shirt.

Lump’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“Or is that the soft you meant?” Flem asked with a wicked smile, eyes pointed downward.

Adam and William started guffawing, slapping Moose on the back. Moose caught the meaning and his face went bright red.

“Would you guys all stop acting like fools?” I said in exasperation. “
Nicest
. Okay? That work for all your egos and daydreaming centers combined?”

Moose finally realized that all the girls were looking at him sexually, thanks to his muscle display, and his face got even redder. He tried to shrink back, but a guy that size didn’t shrink anywhere.

“Your face matches Brad’s shirt,” Adam said, still laughing.

“Speaking of Brad, he is the least Texan of the bunch, for good or bad.”

“Good,” Flem commented, eyeing Brad. It was his turn to develop a blush.

“Everyone else I don’t know very well, so I turn it over to William,” I said, leaning against his warm body.

He slipped his arm around me and continued the introductions. There were ten more guys, attractive, but not as hot as the three I introduced. One great thing—Brad was newly single. He finally gave up on the girl that wouldn’t move closer, deciding he didn’t intend to move to her. I’d never met her, but based on what all the guys said, she was a giant bitch. Bigger bitch than me without the good qualities.