Page 59 of Indulge
That’s just what I need, and it’s a perfect time to make some friends outside of my prison. Reggie can’t stop me from going.
“Is Reggie going?”
Lily shrugs. “Hallie said Conan was bringing some of the guys, no clue who.”
I blow out a breath. If he was planning on going without me, I’ll slap his bollocks.
Rowan is whistling when he jumps in the driver's seat; before he sets off, he puts on a band I’ve never heard of.
“Who is this?” I ask.
“Only the fuckin’ best, baby—Sleep Token. Once you hear this, you’ll be a worshiper for life.”
He sings along as he drives us to the bar. I have to admit, it’s powerful. Beautiful even.
And so is Rowan’s attempt to sing it. When the heavy part of the song hits, he’s headbanging. So I hit his arm.
“Concentrate, rockstar. If you crash, I’ll kill you.”
I leave my hand on his arm and he glances down as he stops for the light.
“You wanna hold my hand if you’re scared? I can go faster?”
I scowl at him and he laughs.
“I have three older brothers with adrenaline problems, I can deal with speed.”
I take my hand off him and twirl my thumbs on my lap, my legs bouncing with nerves. This man gives me butterflies. And so does his brother, but those butterflies are pissed off—more of a swarm.
I follow Rowan through the crowd of people in the dimly lit bar with Lily right behind me. As he pushes his way through to the bar, he grabs two stools and helps me up.
“For the ladies,” he winks.
Of course I blush. I can’t help but to with that grin he does.
“Bodyguards stand in the corner, right? Mine used to.”
Lily giggles at that one and orders us a bottle of champagne just as the world's most atrocious singer gets on the mic.
I press my fingers into my ears and squeeze my eyes shut as the voice screeches through the room.
“Fucking hell,” Rowan mutters, turning to see who the hell is making that noise.
“I think we should show them how it’s done. A little duet?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, egging him to take the challenge.
“How can I say no to that pretty face, huh?”
“Here, something to cool down,” Lily whispers in my ear, handing me the chilled glass of bubbles.
“This is bad, isn’t it?” I whisper back.
She shrugs.
“Sometimes you just can’t help who you fall for,” she says, glancing between me and Rowan.
I tap my nails on the bar. A knot twists in my gut. That knot is Reggie.
Despite our rocky start, there’s something about him I crave. Even if I want to rip his eyes out sometimes, and he’s one of the coldest men I’ve ever met.
