Page 113 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“Sorry it took so long,” she says just as I lift her from the ground.
She grins as her legs wrap around my waist, and she kisses me as I carry her toward the table.
“And he’s officially lost to us for the rest of the night,” Sticks says from somewhere behind me.
I flip him off as I sit down, keeping Britt in my lap, even though she adjusts so that she’s not straddling me.
It takes a second to realize that all the women are just staring at her like they’re confused, and…it starts to feel like they’re insulting her with their confusion.
Just as I begin to feel defensive, one girl points at her. “I feel like I know you from somewhere. Do you always have pointy ears or is this just some weird sci-fi chick fetish thing?” Lina asks like it’s not an insulting question.
Britt shakes her head. “We’ve never met.”
Britt’s eyes flick back to mine, and she gives my guitar a look. “I’m never going to actually hear you play your new songs, am I?”
I smirk, eyes back on her. “I forgot I had a final fitting for my dress that I’m wearing to Dane’s charity event,” she states randomly. “It put me even farther behind tonight.”
“You go to so many charity events that you don’t even know the name of the one you’re getting a final-fitting sort of dress for?” Taylor asks like his mind is slightly blown.
I have no idea how he’s arrived at that conclusion.
“Rich people,” Randy snorts while shaking his head. “They feel guilty for being so obscenely wealthy that they have to toss some good will out into the world. They don’t need to know where it goes,” he adds.
“I don’t want to engage in conflict. They have a firm opinion of wealth and the people who reach for it,” I hear her saying to one of the girls. “Can one of you help me?”
Why is she asking them for help?
“She has an eidetic memory. Of course she knows which one she’s going to,” I cut in. “We know you’re not actually like the rest of them,” I say as I run my hand up her back.
“She really does look familiar,” one of the other girls says.
“Base, your girlfriend is starting to sound more popular than we are. This is beginning to be a problem,” Randy groans as his head drops to his arm.
Lina’s eyes widen before she says, “Dane’s charity event? As in Dane Sterling? Is that what all the ‘rich people’ talk is about?”
“Oh, you’re Britt Sterling, aren’t you? You’re actually hard to recognize out of all the make-up and with the new…pointy ears,” another girl announces.
Britt doesn’t get to speak, because the girl sitting on Sticks leans over and starts talking to her first.
“Oh damn. Did you really lose your virginity? I missed last week’s blog,” she tells Britt.
“Did you really just ask her a super personal question like that before she even knows your name?” Lina asks the other girl in a little horror.
I’m not really sure what happens next. It goes from there to all of them making introductions, and then they talk about the fact Britt hasn’t blogged about our sex life, as though it’s supposed to be a public thing instead of a private one.
“Find confident girls, they said,” Randy mutters under his breath. “That way they don’t fight for attention and our shit stops breaking. I’d rather replace the broken shit.”
Taylor wipes away the smile, clearing his throat a few times as all the women ignore Randy.
“I asked her to leave my name out of it,” I cut in, my hand smoothing up Britt’s back again as I narrow my eyes at the women. “I don’t want someone trying to capitalize on her name and setting us up to sign with them just to use her reach.”
They barely acknowledge me before they shift the conversation again. Britt leans back on me, getting comfortable, since these girls seem to be sort of…genuinely interested in Britt and her future Sterling empire.
“Having Harley personally take you under her wing has to be intimidating, but also really exciting. You’re so lucky,” one girl says like she just has to know what Harley is like. “She’s sort of my hero.”
“She’s not lucky. She’s skilled,” I point out.
“And also incredibly lucky that Harley was looking for interns to groom,” Britt tells me very firmly like she’s sending me to school. “I went there thinking I was good enough, and got lucky she saw a future in me.”
