My eyes fly open, my heart pounding in the back of my throat, and that fucker is smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, Johnny,” Benson calls as he shoulders his way through the crowded bar area, the brunette clutching to his arm. “We’re gonna go over to the Lotus Club. Wanna come?”
“Nah. I think we’ll just head home.”
Grinning, Benson’s gaze swings over to me. “Okay.”
Brandi and Vee are right behind him now. “You’re not gonna come?” Brandi whines. “Oh, come on, Johnny. Please.”
“No, just wanna go home.”
She pouts before turning around and following the rest of our group out of the door. And now it’s just him and me. No coworkers. And all I can think about is kissing him.
We stumble toward the curb, both shitfaced, and I hold my arm up to hail a cab. Jemma walks a few feet away from me and does the same thing.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“What does it look like? Trying to hail a cab.”
“Well, that’s what I’m doing.”
“Congratulations.”
A cab whizzes past both of us. “Would you fucking get over here?”
“Why?”
“It’s not a contest.”
“I know, but you see, we are going to two different places. Hence, we need two different cabs.”
Groaning, I drop my hand and walk toward her. “You know I’m not gonna let you take a cab by yourself.”
“Jesus Christ, Tyler. I’m not going to get murdered in a fucking cab.”
“I know because you aren’t riding by yourself.”
She sighs, dropping her hand and crossing her arms over her chest. “You are so fucking annoying.”
“Thank you.”
I can feel her glaring at me when the cab pulls up to the curb. I open the door and hold it for her before sliding in behind her.
“I’m not going to your house.”
“That’s fine.”
“One ten south west,” she says as she buckles her seatbelt. “And,” she glances up at me. “You arenotcoming inside my house. Not even to piss.”
I hold my hands up. “That’s fine.”
The car drives off. We sit in silence for the first few minutes, then she starts laughing.
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head, trying to contain her laughter. “It’s just…my life.”
“What?” I wrinkle my brow.