Page 12 of Crash and Burn
Minx glances at her phone. “Shit, Rivet, we need to go start prepping for the BBQ.”
“I’ll come help.” Wren stands from the table.
“I should probably make sure the bar is stocked,” Tink says.
Sienna sighs. “I’ll help, too. Marley, you coming?”
“Yeah, I’ll be in in a few. I’m gonna stay out here a little longer.”
They leave me to myself and head inside. Sitting outside is so soothing. It’s short-lived as someone comes outside. I glance over my shoulder, and Rascal is glaring at me. I stand to head inside.
“What the hell are you doin’ out here alone?” he scolds me.
“Excuse me? I was out here talking to the girls. They just went inside,” I explain. “It’s not like I left through the gate. Calm the fuck down.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Can we talk? Like really talk?”
“Why don’t you go talk to your girlfriend.” There’s a bitterness in my tone I didn’t intend to use.
A sly smirk crosses his lips as he stalks closer. “Does the thought of me having a girlfriend make you jealous, Princess?”
“Nope.” I pop the p. “Not in the slightest.”
He leans his head down, so he’s mere inches from my face. “I don’t have a girlfriend. In fact, ask anyone around, I don’t do relationships.”
I lean in like I’m about to kiss him. My lips brush against his as the words come out, “I don’t either.” I move around him, walking toward the clubhouse doors, adding an extra sway in my hips. There’s an audible intake of breath behind me, and I smile to myself. I walk in, and Tink’s eyes are already on me.
“I saw who went out there after we came in. Everything okay?” She gestures for me to sit at the bar, so I take a seat.
“He yelled at me for being outside by myself,” I tell her. “He acted like I left the property.”
Tink is smiling so big I’m surprised her face hasn’t split in half.
I cock an eyebrow at her. “What are you smiling like that for?”
“You’re not going to want to hear this, but I’ve never known him to act like this over a female,” she explains.
“Have you ever seen him turned down by a chick before?”
“No, but I don’t think that’s all it is,” she says. “I think you challenge him, and he’s never had that before either.”
“He’s going to keep not having it, too. Nothing will ever happen with him.”
Tink looks at me as if she doesn’t believe me. Before she says anything else, the clubhouse door opens. A few seconds later, someone’s shoulder bumps mine. The touch sent a zap through me and warms my shoulder. I act like it didn’t phase me. He’s trying to provoke me, and I’m not going to let him see how much he bothers me.
The scent of his cologne assaults my nose, going straight to my head. Guys who smell good are such a weakness. I shake my head. This guy will not be a weakness, no matter how good he smells.
“Tink, can I get a beer, please,” Rascal asks. His eyes are boring into me, but I stand my ground, ignoring him.
“Here you go.” She slides him a beer across the bar. Her eyes go from him to me, then back to him.
“Thank you,” he says. My shoulder is left cold, letting me know he’s no longer standing there.
“Deny it all you want, but I know what I see. It’s going to happen at some point,” Tink tells me. I shake my head. I don’t want to say anything and encourage her thoughts.
