Page 88 of Promise Me Nothing
I let out a sigh.
“Yes! I knew you’d give in eventually. Being annoying is my best trait.”
At that, I can’t help but laugh.
Paige leads me through The Wave a little while later, weaving in and out of bodies and heading towards the back wall.
I felt like I was learning something important as I watched her work me over in the bathroom at Bennie’s once we’d gone back inside.
She pulled my hair down and used water to give it a styled look. Made me take off my work shirt so I’m wearing tight black pants and a black tank top, then sprayed me with something that smells really,reallyamazing. Then she gave me a little bit of darkness, some black eyeliner and plum colored lipstick.
I might not be my best version of me, but it’s a definite step up from what I normally feel like at the end of a shift.
“It’s just a spritz of sexy,” she’d said.
I’m not a person who laughs a lot, but the shit Paige says always has me trying not to giggle. Though, I’m learning there’s a lot to Paige that I don’t know.
When we got here, she walked straight up to the bouncer, bypassing the long line, kissed his cheek and waltzed right in, only looking back long enough to wave me along.
And now we’re in what Paige told me is the number one club in Hermosa, stepping past another bouncer into a VIP section behind those ropes you see at movie premieres on TV.
“You got her to come!”
I spot Lucas, sitting along the back wall in between a group of people I don’t recognize. He has a big smile on his face and his eyes are glassy.
“I didn’t think you’d come if I invited you,” he says to me, then looks to his friend. “Good job, Paige.”
She gives him a salute, then takes a seat in the booth next to his, leaving me to decide whether I want to sit at Paige’s table or Lucas’.
All I can wonder is which table Wyatt’s going to sit at.
“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” I announce to no one in particular, then spin around and head back out of the VIP section and away from the fancy people.
It takes a few minutes at the regular bar, but I finally manage to shimmy my way up to the front.
“Vodka soda,” I say, once I’ve gotten a bartender’s attention.
He nods, moving down the bar and throwing it together quickly. Once he’s handed it over, he tells me it’s twelve dollars.
I laugh. “Are you serious? I thought drinks were half off tonight”
He just looks at me, so I dig into my bag for my wallet.
“I’ve got it.”
The voice has my hand freezing and my head flying up, finding the green eyes that I’ve been so enjoying looking into ever since I saw them for the first time a few weeks ago.
“Gotcha. I’ll add it to your tab,” the bartender says, then he’s gone before I can even try to pay for it myself.
Wyatt steps closer to me, leans down to whisper in my ear. “Drinks are on me tonight. We’re celebrating.”
“What are we celebrating,” I ask, loving the way it feels to have him standing so close to me.
He shrugs. “Every day is a reason to celebrate, Hannah. And right now, I’m celebrating that Paige was able to get you to come out tonight.”
I can’t help but grin, my traitorous face surely revealing how much I enjoy his flirtation.
Because itisflirting. Even his speech about friendship last week couldn’t mask the way his eyes are looking at me right now.
