Page 9 of Big Pucking Deal
“Maybe you’re right. And maybe now is the perfect time to test that theory.” He nudges his chin towards the door, and I divert my eyes from him back to the spot I’ve been watching like a stalker all night.
“I fucking told her not to come,” I grumble.
“Told wh–” He doesn’t finish his question because walking in right behind Brooke is Jolie. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
Jo slams down his beer, foam sloshing up and over the neck, and stomps to where the ladies are being eagerly greeted by the team.
“Jolie!” Jordan shouts, and she spins her head in our direction.
The smile she walked in with quickly vanishes, and her eyes turn hard.
“Do not shout my name like I’m a child, Jordan.” Her teeth are clenched and she glares at him with fire.
Jordan pushes his way through the guys and I follow, giving them a look that says ‘don’t think about it’. He grabs hold of her arm and yanks her to a corner away from the gawking eyes of the players. They turn their attention towards Brooke, and I’m sure Jordan would like to put a stop to that, but Jolie is our main focus.
Jolie rips her arm out of Jordan’s grip and snarls. “What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you ever touch me like that again?”
“Why are you here, Jo? This isn’t any place for someone like you.”
If I thought Jolie’s eyes were filled with fire before those words came out of Jordan’s mouth, that was nothing to how they look now. It’s like staring into the pits of hell.
“Someone likeme? What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you don’t belong here. Now get in your goddamn car and go home, Jo.” He reaches out to take her hand but she slaps it away before he can.
“Fuck off, Jordan. And you, too,” she says, sticking her finger in my face. “I was invited here, and have just as much of a right to be here as you do. If this is not a place for someone like me, then what does that say about you?”
Her eyes flit between the two of us, waiting for one of us to tell her she’s wrong.
“Do me a favor and stay the fuck away from me. I came to have a good time and I don’t need your permission to do that.” She pushes us out of the way and makes a beeline for Brooke who stands surrounded by a group of guys who are all fawning over the fresh meat.
“Don’t take your eyes off of her for one second,” Jordan warns.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I tell him.
I throw back the beer in my hand, almost all of it in one swig, and ask God for help in keeping my hands off the throats of every jerk that has even dared to look her way.
“Where’d she go?” Jordan asks, coming up behind me as I crack the lid on a bottle of water.
“I think she went to the restroom. I heard Brooke ask if there was one upstairs, and then they went up together.” I nod my chin towards the stairs that the girls went up just a few minutes ago.
Jordan and I have spent the evening giving death glares and growled warnings to every guy who smiled at her. Poor Brooke has suffered from the fallout because when they walk away from Jolie, they walk away from her, too.
The one guy who just can’t seem to take a hint is Bram. Our glares and snarls have done nothing to deter him from getting to know Jolie. He’s followed her around like she’s Mary and he’s her little lamb. We haven’t been able to shake him yet. And now that the girls are in the bathroom, it may be the perfect time to snatch them up and leave.
I hear the splash of the water as someone does the first cannonball of the evening. Jordan and I look at one another andknowwe need to get Jolie out of here before the games begin.
“Let’s go,” he says and I follow behind him as we race up the stairs.
We reach the bathroom and see the door is closed. A sigh of relief leaves my lungs knowing that we got here just in time.
Jordan knocks on the door and calls out. “Jolie. We need to leave. Please.”
No response comes, so Jordan knocks again. We hear the sound of the toilet flush and then the water running, and take a step back from the door when the knob turns. The door creaksopen and we see some other girl standing there. Not Jolie or Brooke.
“Uh. Sorry. I think you have the wrong person,” she says, tucking a towel under her arm. “I think the girl you’re looking for is outside. Blonde hair, perfect skin and teeth?” she asks and we nod. “She and the redhead went out back a few minutes ago.”
“Shit,” Jordan whispers just as we hear the high pitched shriek of a woman.
