“Come on. I know a guy who can get us drinks.”
Why couldn’t I be twenty-one yet?
We approached the bar and Jenna called over a man. He looked to be in his early thirties; his stubble covered face was quite a sight. He was handsome. Eyes that probably charmed the panties off of any woman he wanted. He grinned when he saw Jenna and grinned even wider when he saw me.
“A couple of drinks, Scotty,” Jenna smiled.
“What do you want, Jenny?”
I snorted at the nickname. Jenna hated when she was called Jenny. Anything for free alcohol, I suppose.
“Two vodkas for my friend and me.”
He smiled and poured the drinks in front of us, every now and then glancing my way. I didn't feel uncomfortable but I recognized the flirty look he gave me. I wasn't interested.
“Jenny's friend, huh? You have a name?”
“Evelyn,” I said, forcing a smile. He set the drink in front of us. “Thanks.”
Jenna downed the drink with one sip, raising her eyebrows so that I'd do the same. When I did, I squeezed my eyes wishing that the liquid would relax the chaotic thoughts racing through my mind.
The man's eyes were on me again, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern. He leaned over the counter, whispering, “I see what you're trying to do. If I see you drinking too much, I'm not serving you any more alcohol. Understood?”
Smiling genuinely this time, I nodded and followed Jenna out to the dance floor. I felt the liquid slowly relaxing me as it seeped into my system and closed my eyes, starting to dance slowly to the music playing, whatever it was. It didn't matter, I just wanted to get lost in it.
Jenna and I danced together, not missing the glances from a few onlookers. It was nothing provocative, but it was enough to get the attention of a couple of men sitting at a table across from us.
My friend's eyes widened and I laughed, thoroughly amused.
“What's your problem?” I asked, continuing to dance. “You like the attention.”
“Holy shit,” she gasped.
“What?” I followed her gaze to the entrance of the club only to see Nathan walking in, sleeves rolled up and looking as handsome as ever. The shirt clung to the muscles as shoved his hands in his pants. He narrowed his eyes in concentration. He searched the crowd for a mere two seconds before his eyes landed on me, scorching, furious and threatening. I stopped, meeting his gaze with the same intensity.
“I guess I shouldn't have told my dad after all,” Jenna grimaced.