Page 295 of Hot Mess
She’d already informed me of her rule about no bandmates screwing around, and I was cool with it. Last thing I needed was to give a girl a taste of my dick, then have her begging for more, when I wasn’t interested in a repeat. Wasn’t gonna pretend I’d never been in that situation before. And if she was my bandmate?
No fucking thanks.
I didn’t need that kind of drama just to get laid.
“Tell me about the bachelor party,” she was saying, “and don’t lie. Elle says Seth swears there were no naked babes at this thing?”
“None,” Ash said.
“Unless you count Con flashing us all his ass,” I put in. “I’d go out on a limb and call him a babe.”
Summer laughed. “And why would he show you his ass?”
“I think a bet was lost,” Matt said. “Involving a beer bong.”
“Hmm,” Summer mused, “I didn’t think men over thirty had beer bongs at their parties.”
“Con’s twenty-nine,” Ash said. “It’s acceptable.”
“If you say so.” Summer sipped her martini.
“So the guys, uh, decided,” Ash informed her, glancing at Matt and me, “at the party, that the band should be called the Players.” Then he waited, clearly expecting her to be irritated she wasn’t involved in that conversation.
But Summer just said, “It should be. It’s your band.”
“It’sourband,” he corrected her.
“Actually,” I told him, “reality is you’re the frontman and you’re probably the most well-known of all of us. To every fan, it’ll be your band. And the Players works. ”
“Anyway, we’re all players, aren’t we?” Matt said.
“Alright.Fuck.” Ash looked around at all of us, and finally he smiled a little, grudgingly. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we.”
“Fucking right we are,” I said.
Summer smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s celebrate. Where’s your girl?” She looked around for Danica.
“Yeah,” I goaded, “where’s your girl? Last I saw her, she was getting the twice-over from Con. I’d play that tight, brother. Dude’s got that smile, and the ladies can’t seem to resist that blond man-bun.” I grinned as Ash looked around for his girl.
“Don’t listen to him,” Summer said. “She loves you.” Then she poked me. “And stop trying to stir up shit, you.”
“Hey, if I can’t stir up shit, how else will I entertain myself? Seriously, Ash. I like her. Get her over here for a drink.”
“I like her, too,” Matt said.
“Based onwhat?” Ash growled, not happy about that at all. “You just met her,” he said to Matt. “And you don’t know her well.” He eyed me suspiciously. Being all protective of his girl.
Good.
“She’s stunning,” Matt said, matter-of-fact. “That blue dress? Yowza. And I had a talk with her earlier.”
Ash tossed him an unimpressed look that made me laugh.
“Your girlfriend’s a smoke show,” I informed him. “Get used to it.”
“She’s lovely,” Summer told him. “And her head’s in the right place. By that I mean she’s all aboutyou.”
“Good,” Ash said, “cause I’m pretty sure I’m gonna ask her to marry me.”
