Page 30 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
That gets another round of applause from the audience as Linc takes my mic away.
Rude.
“Have you drank any water lately?”
I shrug as I walk back to the VIP area. Well, Linc basically carries me, but my feet are moving. “I did.”
His eyebrow goes up. “When was that?”
I look at my watch—I’m not wearing a watch—then back to him. “An hour ago.”
He laughs and flags down the waitress for a few bottles of water. “Let’s fix that.”
I cross my arms in a huff and push out my bottom lip. “I thought you were fun.”
He smiles and leans in. “I am. But I don’t like my girlfriend being dehydrated.”
This makes me smile. “I like being your girlfriend.”
“I do too, Ainsley. I do too.”
We fall into a comfortable silence—and I do my best to ignore the way the room is starting to spin—when I see a dust up happen just on the other side of the roped of area we’re sitting in.
“I just want to talk to her!”
I turn and see that Jonathan is trying to push past a bouncer standing at the front of the section.
Why can’t this man take a freaking hint?
“Ainsley! Please! Just talk to me!”
“Stay here,” Linc says as he steps up to the rope, Wyatt and a teammate of his…I think his name is Maddox…quickly following behind. “What the fuck is your problem, man?”
“My problem is you!” he yells. “I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but clearly this is fake. You don’t know her. You’re not dating her. You date supermodels and cleat chasers. Ainsley dates…well…not fucking roided-out football players!”
That’s it. I’m tired of Jonathan and his Jonathan-ness. I stand up, and only stumble a little, as I approach the fracas.
“Go away! I don’t want you here!”
Fracas…that’s a fun word…
“Get the hint, Jonathan. You don’t know me anymore! And I’m going to prove it.”
Before anyone can stop me, I grab the bottle of Fireball off the table that’s almost empty, tip it back, and polish it off. There was more in there than I thought, but I don’t care.
I’m the new Ainsley. Drunk Ainsley. Bad-girl Ainsley.
As I take down the last few sips of the bottle, I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand. Jonathan’s jaw is hanging open, which is good. Because if it wasn’t then, it’s about to be.
I grab Linc in with my free hand, grabbing him by his T-shirt, and pull him in for a kiss. A big one. Sloppy. It’s probably not super-hot or sexy looking, but it feels good.
He feels good.
The kiss doesn’t last long, but when we pull away, I’m greeted by Linc’s mischievous smile. It makes me want to kiss him again. But I can’t. The plan that I developed two minutes ago to get Jonathan to leave me alone needs to continue.
“Here, hold this.”
I give Linc the empty bottle before I ungracefully climb over the rope.
