Page 43 of Bourbon Sins
“Good morning,” she said, as she got on the treadmill next to me.
Pausing the treadmill, I turned toward her and straddled the conveyor belt.
“Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure,” she said, as she took a drink from her water bottle.
“Can you teach me everything there is to know about being a Jett Girl?”
A small smile crossed Babs’ face. “It’s about time, girl. You sticking it to Kace?”
“I want to do a lot more than stick it to him, but yes, I want to show him that I was born to do this. I want to prove him so wrong.”
“Thank God. I’ve been waiting for you to finally crack. Kace has been a total dick to you. Don’t worry. I’ll rally the girls and we’ll get you in prime Jett Girl shape. We’ll have you on stage doing a solo in no time. You’ve already got the looks and the body; you just need to learn the attitude.”
Excitement coursed through my body at the thought of being totally made over . . . not physically, but mentally and emotionally. This was it for me. I was going to be a Jett Girl if it was the last thing I did, and I was going to be the best Jett Girl in the club, because I had the four best girls—four very different girls, with different strengths—to learn from.
I put my ear buds back in my ears, turned up my new favorite Katy Perry song, and ran to the beat of one of her hits, Dark Horse. I was coming after Kace, and there was no going back.
Chapter Twenty
“Hysteria”
JETT
There was a definite change in Goldie, and I noticed it the morning I left her a note on her night stand. It was risky, dropping off the letter myself, but I wanted to be near her. I wanted her to be able to feel my heat and know that I was there for her, even though I had yet to truly meet her. It just wasn’t time yet. I wanted her to build herself first, become her own person. I wanted her to want to be a Jett Girl, and not because she could be invited up to the Bourbon Room. I wanted her to want to change, and it seemed like she did.
She was spunkier, sassier, and sexier. Watching her practice with the girls was sweet torture. At first, she looked like she had two left feet as she tried to learn the steps to some of Pepper’s most complicated presentations, but she started to get it and when she did, fuck, I was sweating just watching her.
She wasn’t tall like the other girls, but she was curvy in all the right places and knew exactly how to show off her assets. She was going to be trouble with the members, and I was prepared to throw out every last one who even tried to touch her. She was only there for them to look at and, if I were being honest, I didn’t even want that.
“I thought this meeting was at one,” Kace said as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat next to me. He was wearing a suit and tie, and was basically with me for the intimidation factor. Two strong, tall, and powerful men against one always carried the advantage, and that was what I needed: an advantage.
“Patience, Kace.”
“Fuck patience. I have shit to do today.”
“Like what?”
“I have practices to watch. I don’t spend my days watching over people on security cameras. I actually have to interact with them.”
I leaned back in my chair and swished the bourbon around in my glass as I studied my friend for too many years. He was always a moody little bitch, but even more so now than before, and I knew the reason why.
“Interesting little spat you had with Goldie in the hallway.”
“Lo,” Kace corrected me.
I leaned forward and looked him directly in the eyes. “I can call her whatever the fuck I want, so correct me one more time and you won’t like what happens.” I took a sip of my drink and continued, “It seemed like you and Goldie were getting intimate.”
I never brought up the other night to Kace because I thought he handled it well, besides what he said to her. That was why I wrote that note to Goldie; I didn’t want her taking off because of Kace taking his anger out on her.
“She’s horny as hell and persistent. You’re going to have to do something about that.”
“She’s fine. What I’m worried about is you and the way you look at her.”
“Nothing is going on.”
“I know nothing is going on, but that doesn’t mean nothing is going on in your head.”
