Page 128 of Dear #47, You're the Worst
“What was that for?” I ask.
“Because I wanted to.”
I glance around the tunnel. It’s mostly empty now, just a few equipment guys wheeling carts toward the loading dock. No photographers lurking in corners. There won’t be reporters with their phones out. No reason for her to be here except that she wanted it.
That hits me harder than Kane’s best shot ever could.
“There’s nobody watching,” I say, the realization making my chest tight.
“No,” she agrees, her thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “There isn’t.”
She kisses me again, softer this time. I pull her closer and taste something that might be a promise.
Chapter28
Hunter
“Do I have to go?” I whine as Juliet practically shoves me through the doors of the Ketten Club.
“If I have to go, you’re coming with me,” she shoots back, not slowing down for a second.
The place is exactly what I expected of Ivy’s idea ofteam morale. Neon lights buzzing like dying bugs, complementing floors so sticky they could rip the soles off your shoes. Mirrored walls reflect the disco ball hanging over a tiny stage. The whole place smells of stale beer and sweat.
Not exactly my idea of a good night.
“Oh my god. This is ridiculous,” I mutter, taking in the chaos. Half the team is already here, crowded around tables with pitchers of beer. I can hear Grayson’s voice booming over the sound system as he butchers some classic rock song.
“Youloveridiculous,” Juliet corrects me, steering me toward an empty table. “You just pretend you don’t.”
“I do not.” I shoot her a pouting glance.
“Please. You’re the king of ridiculous. If I recall now, you once got into a fight with a mascot.”
“That’s not fair. That mascot started it!”
She rolls her eyes, but I catch the smile she’s trying to hide. Truth is, she’s only here because Ivy and Jessa bullied her into it, same as me. The difference is, she looks good doing it. Too good, actually, in that little crop top and skirt that’s making every guy in this place take a second look. Possessiveness grips me.
Idareanyone to give Monroe a hard time.
I fold my arms and lean back against the booth against the wall, making it clear I think this whole thing is stupid. But I also position myself so I’ve got a line of sight to anyone who might get ideas about approaching our table. I’m glad that Ivy rented the club out; the number of guys eyeballing Juliet dropped dramatically when we stepped inside the place.
“You know you’re being obvious, right?” Juliet says, settling into the chair next to me.
“Obvious about what?”
“The whole protective caveman thing.Verysubtle.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My lips twitch. “But I will gut anyone stupid enough to fuck with you.”
The look she gives me would make me scowl at anyone else. With her, I almost laugh. Almost.
She just smirks, rolls her eyes, and turns her attention to the stage. Beck is up there now, attempting what I think might be Queen. He can’t singat all. The entire team is howling, doubled over while he screeches something that was probably supposed to be the chorus.
“Scabbagoosh! Scabbamooch!” he tries and fails to sing operatically.
The girls giggle. Ivy’s got her phone out, probably documenting this disaster for posterity, while Jessa makes faces that suggest she’s questioning every life choice that led her here. I agree with her.
“Oh my God, he’s so bad,” Juliet laughs. The sound makes something warm settle in my chest. “This is painful.”
