Page 19 of Blinding Lights
“Someone did that?” Who the fuck are these guys?
“Yep.” Lily reaches into the cup of her corset, and the tight material moves to reveal more cleavage. I glance away for barely a second before she waves something in front of me, drawing my attention.
“What’s that?”
“His card.”
“You kept it?”
“I thought it was my room key.” She shrugs, and a short laugh bursts out of me. “Do you want it?”
“Do I want the card of some guy that tried to pick you up?”
“Yep.”
“Sure.” She hands me the card, and I tear it into little pieces before dropping it into my empty glass.
“That was satisfying.” Lily stares down at the remnants of the business card, her lips curled into a grin. “Thanks.”
“Glad I could help.”
“Want to hear about the other four?”
What? My eyes bulge and I don’t bother hiding my shock. “Seven guys hit on you?”
“You make it sound like a lot.” She feigns being offended but fails to hide her amusement. “You had flocks of women following you around, and the only thing stopping them from grabbing your ass was your obvious bodyguard.”
“Thank God for that. But you know I didn’t mean for my comment to come out that way.”
“I do. It’s fun to tease you. I know conversation isn’t your strong suit.”
“Ouch. Thanks.”
“Am I wrong?” She raises a perfectly arched eyebrow, and I’ve gotta hand it to her because…
“Nope. You’re not.” If Henley saw me right now she’d probably buy a lottery ticket citing the notion that “miracles do happen.”
“So Mr. Non-Conversationalist. Where’s your bodyguard now? I can’t help but notice he didn’t stop me from coming over.”
“You took his seat.”
“What?” She jumps up and spins around as though expecting to find him standing angrily behind her.
“He’s not here. I told him to go home for the night. Or back to his room…whatever. I don’t know Hunter’s agreement.”
“What if you need him?”
“I won’t. Have you checked out the clientele in this bar?”
“Not really?” Her brows pull together, and a little part of me wants to reach up and smooth the lines. It’s cute that she’s worried about me.
“I’d say a lot of them need bodyguards themselves. They don’t care about football stars.”
“That’s good. I couldn’t imagine being recognized all the time. I’m barely recognized at all, even by people that have met me before.”
She bounces her eyebrows and I choke on a laugh. “I wondered if you were going to bring that up.”
“So you remember us meeting at the bookshop?”
