Page 21 of Happy Hour

“Can I make one suggestion?” I asked eventually when I could speak again.

“Is it a lewd suggestion?” Jameson raised a questioning eyebrow towards me, a raffish smile plastered across his lips.

“Surprisingly no,” I smiled holding up a finger in front of him. “No tattoos.”

His bottom lip protruded out, the smile threatened again tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Where’s the fun in that, Sway?”

Something seemed different about us. I couldn’t place it but it was there. Instead of taunting, he was teasing. Instead of fighting, he was flirting.

Or maybe it was me starting it and he was doing it back. Regardless, it was messing with my head though and more alcohol was definitely in the cards tonight.

Once we made it to the bar, Spencer was shit faced drunk, Alley was pissed because she was wearing an entire bottle of Jack Daniels down her dress, Emma was trying her hardest to stay away from Aiden and his cowboy hat, and Jameson...well poor Jameson looked uncomfortable as ever.

It might have had something to do with the fact that I bent over in front of him to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels Spencer spilled on Alley, let’s just say I forgot I was wearing a skirt.

Okay, okay...I didn’t forget. I knewexactlywhat I was doing.

This was what I liked to refer to as Pit Lizard 101.

When the limo pulled up to the bar I wasn’t prepared for the swarm of fans that inundated Jameson when we stepped out.

Everyone was yelling his name, screaming for his autograph, and I’ll be honest with you, it was a little overwhelming.

Jameson smiled politely towards the insanity declining to sign anything until he was inside.

After hearing them, I intended on just staying in the car until Jameson grabbed my hand. “Come on, Sway.”

I shook my head. “I’ll wait here.” I suggested.

When our eyes met, I knew he saw my fear.

“Don’t leave me hangin’...you promised.” Jameson intoned, leaving me weak and vulnerable. I hated being either one.

“I hate you,” I seethed stepping out.

Jameson watched my every move as I stepped out shamelessly let his eyes rake down my body. With a devious smirk, he slowly winked at me. “You don’t hate me honey and you know it.” Pressed against his body, his lips dipped to my ear. “I have a surprise for you tonight anyways.”

If it involved his camshaft, I was all for it.

Eventually we maneuvered our way inside the bar. Spencer and Alley were arguing, Emma and Aiden were inches away from each other and looking like they are about to kiss any second, and I was so close to Jameson’s side you’d think we were glued together.

And believe me, I wasn’t complaining.

Once inside, it wasn’t hard to spot Tommy, our friend from high school and the mechanic for Jameson’s sprint car team. Not only was his orange hair loud and stood out, but he was also chanting Jameson’s name as he stood on the bar.

My eyes scanned the bar looking for familiarity, low lights set a comfortable ambiance.

Most of the crew was waiting at a large table the bar reserved for us, alcohol flowed in abundance. When we reached the table, Kyle pulled Jameson into a hug, which meant Jameson had let go of my hand.

Damn it.

What surprised me was once Jameson let go of Kyle, he quickly reached for my hand again.

Maybe he does have feelings for me. Maybe he’s loved me just as long.

Unlikely, but a pit lizard could dream.

The bar was uncontrolled. Media, fans, various team members, sponsor reps and even other drivers teemed the very edges of the room.

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