Page 99 of The Good Girl

Standing up, I feel a blanket slip from my shoulders. I frown and look around, knowing I didn’t cover myself up. Spotting a note, I pick it up and scan it.

Pippin,

I checked your pulse because I couldn’t tell if you were in a deep sleep or a coma.The good news is you’re still alive;the bad news is you missed out on my awesome company.

If you have not risen from your grave by the morning, I shall attempt to reanimate you with coffee and pastries. Oh and take a shower and brush your teeth. You stink.

“I really need new friends.”

I head to the bathroom, take care of business, wash my hands and brush my teeth before staring in the mirror.

When I came upstairs, I wanted comfort, so I changed out of my clothes for a onesie with little pumpkins all over it. I know I should change. No self-respecting old lady would walk around the clubhouse in a onesie, but I just can’t be bothered. I think the confrontation with my father has taken more out of me than I realized.

Shrugging, I tug the hood up for the full effect and own it. It’s not like Havoc is going to break up with me because of my love for all things fall. It’s not like it’s covered in dinosaurs. That one is still in the closet.

I head toward the stairs. Now that I’m out of the soundproof room, the noise from downstairs is slowly filtering up to me. The soft sound of Fleetwood Mac drifts from the jukebox, along with animated talking and laughter.

I make my way through the crowd to the bar. Most people ignore me until Toot turns and catches sight of me. His eyes rove over my body before they light with laughter.

“Well, hello, pumpkin.”

I groan. “No more nicknames. I have so many I can hardly keep track. Have you seen Havoc?”

He points to one of the sofas on the far side of the room. I can see Havoc leaning back with one ankle hooked over his knee as he sips his beer and listens to something Midas says to him. I move toward him, but Toot steps in front of me. I think he’s going to stop me for a minute until I realize he’s clearing the wayfor me. One of the many drawbacks of being short is that getting smushed in a crowd is far too easy.

Gripping the back of Toot’s T-shirt, I let him lead me across the room before letting go and moving around him. Havoc’s eyes land on mine right away before they fall on my onesie.

“Can I just say, your outfit is adorable?” Toot teases me. Midas grins, checking me out.

I roll my eyes as I move toward Havoc. “What are the other girls wearing, Toot?”

I turn to see him frown. “I don’t know.”

“But you’ll remember me, right?” I wink.

He chuckles. “Sneaky. I like it, though you’re hardly forgettable in those little skirts you like to?—”

“Toot,” Havoc snaps.

I sigh, turning to Havoc, who has his back to the wall. I reach up to lower my zipper. I flash him my naked breasts for a few seconds before I tug the zipper back up into place.

Turning, I see Toot staring at me in shock as Midas roars with laughter. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Neither of them could see anything, but I guess they both knew what I was doing.

“Easy access and I don’t see Havoc complaining.”

“Lucky son of a bitch,” Toot curses before turning around and storming off.

Grinning, I climb onto Havoc’s lap, sucking in a sharp breath when I feel how hard he is beneath me.

“Behave,” he whispers in my ear when I start to wiggle. “I’m two seconds away from bending you over the back of this sofa and showing my men exactly what’s underneath this onesie.”

I take a few moments to regulate my breathing. His words sure as heck don’t help with that at all. Eventually, I lift my head, my eyes colliding with his.

“I’m hungry. I came down for food.”

“And almost caused a riot.” Midas laughs.

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