Page 30 of Just My Type
“Look who we found!” I spin around at the sound of Jordan’s voice, immediately stumbling on my heels, but I’m saved from face planting on the dance floor by a strong arm around my waist. I glance up and straight into the deep blue eyes that have been haunting my dreams. The eyes that make me want things I don’t quite understand. That make me want to ask for things my tipsy brain can’t parse right now.
Noah pulls me up, keeping his arm tight around my waist and my body tucked in close to his. The massive smile he aims at me has a curl of warmth snaking through me and my body buzzing with awareness as I draw slowly, infinitesimally closer to him.
“Hey, Gorgeous. Having fun?”
CHAPTER TEN
NOAH
“Still got it!” Hannah crows as she jumps down from the small stage at the front of the bar to raucous applause.
“That’s my fucking girl!” I yell, impressed as shit and loving the way Hannah throws her head back and laughs when I toss my hands up in a victory V, then shoot the whiskey sitting on the table in front of me.
I watch as the eyes of every man in the darkened bar follow Hannah as she walks towards me. I both hate it and also can’t blame them. The short, shimmery black dress Hannah wears winks and sparkles with every step she takes. The material leaves her shoulders bare and skims over her curves, dipping low in the front and molding to the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. My mouth waters, wondering how they would taste. The short dress and her red heels make her legs look miles long, and I imagine how those legs would feel wrapped around my waist as I slid inside her, fucked her until she screamed my name.
Yes, Hannah Evans is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and everyone else’s eyes might be on her, but right now, her eyes are only on me.
“What did you think?” she asks, swinging a little unsteadily onto the tall stool across from me at the high-top table we commandeered an hour ago when we stumbled across this karaoke bar on the strip after the couples went back to the hotel to have sex or whatever and Cooper went with them, grumbling something about work.
I convinced Hannah to stay out with me, and we ended up here. She balked at first, but I promised her we could just watch, and I meant it. I can’t say I hated it when, two more drinks in, she lit up when she realized it was a showtunes-themed night and signed herself up for a slot.
Turns out Hannah Evans is a closet theater geek and is the kind of introvert who also kills at karaoke when drunk. For some reason my hazy brain can’t parse right now, that fact makes me even more wildly attracted to her than I already was.
“Gorgeous, I think that was one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen.”
Hannah grins at me and grabs her margarita, taking a long sip. The smooth column of her throat and the way she swallows and then pokes her tongue out to lick a drop from her lip has my alcohol-soaked brain standing up and yellingmine.
“I know, right?”
She grins even wider, then winces when the microphone feedback fills the room and a very drunk man starts singing a very unfortunate rendition of “Don’t Rain on my Parade.”
“Taking on Barbara is a real…choice,” Hannah muses, laughing when the man absolutely butchers a high note. “Anyway, back to me.”
Hannah leans forward and props her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her hand. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the heat of the bar. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders, and she is so fucking pretty that I have to clench my hands into fists to keep myself from reaching out and touching her. Kissing her. Even drunk me knows that’s not a good idea. Not yet.
“Definitely back to you. How did you learn all the words to ‘La Vie Boheme’? It’s like seven and a half minutes long.”
“Eight minutes exactly on the original Broadway cast album actually.” Hannah shrugs and takes another sip of her drink. “Renthas always been my favorite show. I was bored one weekend when I was in seventh or eighth grade, and I locked myself in my room and played it over and over again until I had all the words memorized. I really think it’s my greatest accomplishment in life, and now the whole song is burned into my brain. You really haven’t lived until you’ve scream-sung the wordsmucho masturbation, you know?”
“Well, everyone else is really missing out. That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I know.” She smirks at me, and I like every single side of Hannah Evans, but something about drunk, confident, light, and happy Hannah has me wanting to claim her in a weirdly possessive way I’ve never felt before.
It’s probably the alcohol.
We’ll go with that.
Her phone dings where it sits face down on the table, and Hannah snorts out a laugh. “What do you want to bet it’s Jo wondering where we are? I bet she’s having so much FOMO right now, but that’s what you get for trading a night singing showtunes karaoke style for hot sex with your scorching hot doctor fiancé.”
Her words tumble together from the alcohol, but I hear her just fine, and I do not like what she just said. “You think my brother is scorching hot?” There’s, like, an eighty-eight percent chance I’m pouting right now, but I’m suddenly having a hard time feeling my face, so I can’t be completely sure.
Hannah reaches across the table and grabs my chin. “Aw, Noah baby, are you jealous?”
The wordbabypenetrates my tipsy brain and makes me feel warmer than the whiskey. “I don’t get jealous. It’s just that you should think I’m scorching hot. I’m a doctor too. And youshould also think I’m number one in the definitive ranking of Wyles brothers. Elliot told me you chose him when you were all ranking brothers at your book club.”
Hannah shrugs and gives me a lopsided grin. “Sorry. It’s the hot nerd thing. I’m absolute trash for a hot nerd.”
“I can be a hot nerd,” I grumble, cursing my perfect eyesight for the first time in my life. I know what kind of hot nerds Hannah is trash for. The ones in the romance novels who wear the glasses. And honestly, I get it. I’m a goner for those guys too. Who isn’t? All my money for shitty eyesight and a pair of slutty little glasses, you know?
