Page 11 of Happy Hour

Not only did I wish Jameson and I were humping like them but my crankcase hadn’t seen any reciprocating motion in over a year. I was getting desperate. Obviously by what I was wearing.

Inhaling a deep breath, I stepped from the bathroom and looked over my appearance.

Hot damn.

Starting with my hair, long reddish brown messy waves draped a heavy curtain over my shoulders. The shirt came down low enough you could see the faint start of cleavagebutleft enough to be desired. The skirt, well the skirt was illegal, that’s all there was to it. It covered enough that I wouldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure but if I bent over, that was another story. My legs looked surprisingly long with the heels on though, and muscular.

They looked damn good I must say.

“You look hot,” Emma told me applying some makeup to my face.

Rolling my eyes, I gave in. “Why do you do this to me?” I tried to turn my head towards her but she yanked it back the other way.

“Because you’re trying to convince my big brother he loves you too.”

“Is that so...?”

“I see right through you, Sway.” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I know what you’re up to.”

And here I thought I was being sneaky—guess not. I was just an idiot savant after all and made a mental note to work on being sneaky later.

“Do you think he feels the same way?” I whispered. I could feel my cheeks getting hot as soon as I spoke the words. Once they were out, my ears started to glow like one of those glowworm dolls I had when I was younger.

“Sway,” she sighed placing her makeup bag on the counter, pausing for a moment as though she was deciding exacting how to let me down easy. “Jameson...he loves you. It’s easy to see that but with Jameson, he doesn’t know whatthatlove means yet. I don’t know if he ever will. Right now, he’s focused on his career and it’s hard for him to see anything past that right now.”

Well damn, that’s not what I wanted to hear.

I wanted to hear that yes he loves me and wants to go steady. Okay well it’s not nineteen fifty so I didn’t want to hear let’s go steady but I did want to hear that he loved me.

Eventually Emma concluded her Sway-whore make over and let me go. I grabbed my bag from the couch, threw some black flip-flops inside and a black zip up hoodie to cover myself.

I felt exposed.

Emma was still going on and on about Aiden when we walked out of the motor coach but quickly silenced when she saw Spencer standing outside with Alley.

Just one foot out the door and Spencer started howling like an idiot. “Jesus Christ, Sway.” He then proceeded to fan himself.

Jameson, now dressed in his racing suit, had his back turned to us doing an interview with SPEED but looked over his shoulder once he heard Spencer.

He tried to turn around when the reporter asked him a question but his head kept turning back towards me. Stepping down, I stood against the motor coach. I convinced Emma to let me wear the flip-flops for now until later when we had to go to the bar. Even then, I had some concerns about the heels.

The reporter was trying desperately to keep Jameson’s attention but he kept his eyes on me.

“Does the penalty from earlier deter you at all from concentrating tonight?”

“No, I don’t agree with the fine but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Jameson peeked at me again. “They watched us add two drums prior to the race so we’ll just have to prove it to them tonight.”

“So what do you think your chances are for a win tonight?” The reporter shoved the microphone in his face. “You’re strong on these 1.5 mile tracks, do you think you can pull it off.”

Still not looking, Jameson answered. “Uh...” he finally turned around but not before his eyes raked down my body once. “I...I think we have a good chance. The car is strong. It’s hard to say what will happen in the race, it’s alongrace. A lot can happen in six hundred miles.” He told him while he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking over his shoulder once more.

This time his brow furrowed and his eyes squinted a little—like he was trying to figure something out. I thought he was looking at me but his eyes focused behind me on a crowd gathering at the motor coach beside his.

Jameson looked over towards Spencer who was putting on his gear for the pits and motioned with his head for Spencer to come over towards him.

Once he was close enough, Jameson whispered in his ear.

Spencer then nodded and walked back over to us with a smirk.

---