Page 37 of Bourbon Deceit
Jett looked down at me with a questioning eyebrow.
“I don’t like that bitch.”
Coughing slightly from the abruptness of my statement, Jett composed himself and said, “Care to explain why?”
“She was talking in the bathroom about this new club called Lot 17 and how she was going to be a part of it with you and how you were going to ride off into the sunset fucking each other on a white steed.”
Okay, maybe I’d embellished a little, but the bitch needed to be put in her place.
“Wow, that is quite a statement for a little bathroom pow wow.”
“I thought the same thing. She was practically talking about names for your kids.”
Jett shook his head as he disengaged my arms from around him and led me to the bar.
“This is probably a mistake since you’re already losing your mind, but let’s get you a drink.”
“I’m not losing my mind,” I said as I pulled my arm away.
In seconds, Jett’s gaze lifted behind me and scanned the room for any onlookers and that was when I realized that even though it felt like we were in our own little world, we weren’t, and we were being observed by everyone.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I mumbled as I straightened myself and took a deep breath.
“We will talk about this later,” Jett whispered into my ear and led me to the bar.
Double shit.
* * *
The restof the night went by in a blur. Absentmindedly, I shook people’s hands, smiled, and held my chin at the perfect height while Jett laughed and patted his friends on the shoulders. They never talked about anything serious when I was around, but when I stepped away for a second to get a drink or some fresh air, I’d see Jett speaking intensely to his comrades. When I came back, his conversations turned jovial again. Something was going on, and I was too fucking curious. I needed to know what all the secretive talk was about, but I knew I couldn’t ask, not just yet.
The night came to an end and Jett led me out to the limo that would take us back home. Like a gentleman, he draped his jacket around my shoulders as we stepped outside. His jacket was entirely too big on me but I loved it. The smell of Jett Colby wrapped around me as I held on to his hand and waited for our limo to pull up. Once it did, Jett held the door open for me and I stepped in. Jett followed immediately and once the door was shut, he pushed me to the floor, pinned me down, and hovered over me. I didn’t even see him swooping in. He blindsided me.
Fucking stealth move.
My chest heaved as I waited to see whether he’d give me a tongue lashing about the little fruit tart or take me right there, on the limo floor. My entire body was screaming for the latter, practically begging.
“Tell me what happened,” he said, his lips started to work my jaw.
What were we talking about? What was I supposed to tell him? All my mind was thinking about was dick plus vagina makes me one happy girl.
He stopped his lip magic and said, “You’re not talking.”
“I’m sorry but it’s kind of hard to focus when you’re making out with my neck. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Why don’t you like Keylee?”
Ah yes, the fruit.
“Because she’s a skank. Why? Am I supposed to like her?”
Jett let out a frustrated breath as he looked at me. “Why don’t you like her? And you have to give me a reason.”
“I told you,” I huffed out. “She was claiming you in the bathroom and talking about Lot 17, whatever the hell that is, and then before she left the bathroom, she was talking about how she was going to be in your club in no time. What the fuck does that mean? Are you going to make her a Jett Girl?”
My gut twisted from the thought of the kiwi coming to work at the Lafayette Club. I couldn’t even toy with the idea, it made me sick to my stomach.
“No, Goldie. I’m not. She is part of the elite crowd, she doesn’t need the Lafayette Club.”
