Page 10 of Happy Hour

Once we made it back to the motor coach, things quieted downuntilEmma returned.

“Oh my god,” Emma wailed as she flew at me once inside, tackling me to the floor. “I thought Jameson was lying when he said you were coming.” She puckered her lips to kiss me.

“You kiss me and Iwillpunch you.” I clenched my fist in anticipation that she would try this—she has before. Instead, she giggled and got off me, straightening her tailored clothes I was sure cost more than my rent.

Emma was smaller than I was but the little hooker could knock the wind out of me in a heartbeat. Jameson helped me up, since Emma was obviously distracted by her purchases to realize she’d just laid me flat.

I sat down on the couch and waited for her to attack me again but I knew next time she’d be trying to take my clothes off—which she has also done in the past.

“Where’d Lane go?” Jameson asked taking a seat on the couch next to me with a plate of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables in his hands.

“With Alley at the playground,” Emma didn’t bother looking up as she prodded through the bags. “Found it.” She chirped holding up a skirt that looked like something a woman wore in the stone ages because that’s all the fabric they could spare for clothing.

This indigo denim skirt wouldn’t even cover my ass cheeks.

Then she proceeded to pull out a shirt that for “Emma standards” was actually something I might wear. It was gray sheer fabric with a black swirled design. The sleeves were short and tied up on the shoulders by pieces of the shirt that seemed to be missing on the sides.

It wasn’t bad, for a pit lizard to wear.

If the shoe fits, I might as well wear it. Again, I admitted how pathetic I was.

But it wasn’t the clothing that clenched the deal for me.

When she dug out the black heels, I started to object but was quieted by a low whistle Jameson let out beside me.

“Are you wearingthattonight?” he asked shaking his head slowly. After setting his empty plate aside, his other hand that wasn’t on my shoulder ran through his hair once.

“I uh—”

“Yes, she is.” Emma announced proudly.

Jameson smiled but remained cryptic. “You won’t be introduced to any more people tonight.” He winked at me. “Just so you know.”

What the hell does that mean?

Did that mean he didn’t want people to see me? Did it mean he liked the outfit? By the way he was eyeing the skirt, I decided that was it.

Emma never stopped talking the entire time I was getting dressed in the tiny bathroom of Jameson’s motor coach which by the way, wasn’t all that small. It was certainly bigger than my dorm bathroom and you had to turn sideways just to squat on the toilet in that bathroom.

“You wouldn’t believe it Sway,” she sighed on the other side of the door. “He told me he loves me.”

Tugging on the skirt trying like hell to make it longer, I asked, “Does Spencer and Jameson know?”

“Fuck no, and don’t you tell them.” She smacked the door with her tiny fist. “I mean it, Jameson needs to concentrate on racing and Spencer would go apeshit if he knew I was fucking Aiden.”

I flung the door open; slapping her in the face forgetting the doors opened the wrong way.

“What?” I yelled. “You’re fucking him...when did this happen? How come you didn’t call me?”

Emma was too busy rubbing her forehead where the door smacked her to answer me right away. Turning to look in the mirror, she examined her red mark and then spilled the news. “It happened in Richmond.” She grinned, that same mischievous grin both Spencer and Jameson possessed. The same grin that had you guessing what they were thinking and knowing damn well it was dirty. “I didn’t say anything because you and Jameson talk every day. You would let it slip...I know you.”

True, I couldn’t keep anything from Jameson. Anytime I heard that smooth voice, my will power crumbled and I talked.

On top of that, I couldn’t keep a secret to save me life. It was as if I had the cure to cancer and couldn’t wait to tell everyone. I’m utterly amazed I haven’t told him how I felt yet.

Emma continued to go on-and-on about Aiden and his magic fingers.

I stopped listening around the time she started talking about his ability to make her see stars within thirty seconds because frankly, I was jealous as hell.

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