Page 11 of Second-Rate Superstar

Eyeing me, the tiny brunette grumbled, “Yeah, and I’m already regretting it.”

Following her line of sight, the redhead gazed over at me. Baby blue eyes that matched the color of her dress lit up in recognition.

Smirking mischievously, she declared, “I see you’ve met Double D.”

My brows drew down, scanning her companion. Sure, her upper body was hidden beneath a baggy sweatshirt, but I’d been pressed against her chest mere moments ago, and there was no way she was sporting double Ds under there. Maybe she meant she was the designated driver. That made more sense. Especially since her friend was visibly drunk.

“Friend of yours?” I asked the brunette.

“Best friend!” The redhead replied.

“Then maybe you can vouch for your ‘best friend’ who claims she was taking notes about the goings-on here tonight for research,” I prompted.

Pale blue eyes widening, the redhead shouted, “Yes!” She danced to her own beat, singing, “She likes big books, and she cannot lie.”

“Oh my God.” The brunette groaned, covering her face.

Smiling at her embarrassment, I said, “Guess your story checks out.”

Lowering her hands, the brunette peeked at me. “So, does that mean I can have the page you stole back?”

Her gaze dropped to the front of my pants, and damn if my dick didn’t twitch. Folding my arms, I gave her a cheeky grin. “Stole is a pretty harsh word. Try again.”

The redhead snorted. “Look at him. Usingwordsagainst you. Maybe you’ve met your match.”

Sparing her friend a brief glance, the brunette threw me a death glare before huffing, “I don’t know what you want from me. Give me back my notes, and I’ll leave.”

She might not know it, but that sealed her fate. If giving her back the page of incriminating details meant she would walk out the door—likely forever, given her current attitude toward me—I would do anything to stop that from happening.

Taking a deep breath, I gave her what I hoped was my least cocky smile. It was evident she didn’t know who I was, and that was a gift. Whatever hopes I had with this girl would be gone the second she discovered my identity.

“Tell me your name.”

Blue eyes widened but she recovered from her surprise quickly. “No.”

Interesting.

The music pumping through the wall-mounted speakers sparked inspiration. “Fine. How about a dance?”

Those same eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Hell no.”

Before I could try for a third time, whoever was manning the sound system stopped the music mid-song, and the all-time classic song about champions blared throughout the enclosed space. I didn’t need to look to know Levi was making his grand entrance.

The spitfire’s redheaded companion nearly fell off her chair, and I reached out a hand to steady her. She didn’t bother with a thank you before scrambling toward the basement stairs on unsteady legs.

Tilting my head in her direction, I begged the brunette, “Please tell me she’s legal.”

“Barely,” came the muttered reply.

All eyes were on the stairs as Levi descended like he was the king of the world, flashing his championship ring as every girl clambered to get closer, to gain a piece of his attention. I was half surprised he hadn’t rigged a spotlight in anticipation of his arrival.

Making his way through the crowd, he approached where I stood. And that was when I noticed the redhead in the blue dress hanging off his arm.

She hopped onto the stool next to her friend, and Levi stuck his tongue down her throat. The brunette watched them with disdain, and I wondered if this was the first time those two had hooked up.

Coming up for air, Levi trained his eyes on the brunette, smirking. “Danny. Decided to drop the nun routine and join us for once?”

Nun routine?

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