Hard to Break - Bella Jewel Page 0,15
“Quinn?”
“I don’t, ah, have any. Except my hairbrush, which is already packed.”
“Jesus, it’s no wonder you haven’t been laid for a long time. You’re probably growing cobwebs down there.”
“Hey,” I protest. “I do not have cobwebs. Just a little dust is all.”
“God,” he mutters to himself. “This is going to be a real eye-opener, isn’t it?”
CHAPTER SIX
“Give me another one,” I cry, sliding my shot glass across the long wooden counter towards the bartender.
“And me!”
I turn to Jace, who is sitting on my left side and smile. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and leans in close. “Told you that letting your hair down would prove to be fun.”
“I should listen to you more often,” I say, reaching for the shot glass that has just been placed in front of me. I tilt my head back and let the liquid slide down my throat.
Yes.
Jace was certainly right, this is proving to be awesome. We arrived at the hotel just after 7 p.m. after stopping at a department store for makeup and hair supplies. I straightened my hair after Jace and the saleswoman insisted that I buy a straightening iron and I must admit¸ my hair looks super amazing after using it. Then we got changed and headed to the hotel bar to get our drink on. The race is tomorrow so tonight is all ours.
“Let’s dance,” Jace yells over the music that is slowly getting louder. “I need to find some action for the night.”
Jace tugs me and we both slip off the bar stools and walk onto the small but packed dance floor. We start swaying to the music, hands in the air, smiles on our faces. It feels good to let go. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to be able to think about something else other than the rut I’ve been stuck in my entire life.
A pair of hands find my hips as I swing to the music and my eyes pop open with shock. I glance quickly to my left to see Jace has already snagged a woman and is dirty dancing in the middle of the dance floor with her, so it isn’t him. I stare down at the fingers curled around my body and hope to hell I’m not about to turn around and see King Kong trying to grope me, because that wouldn’t be cool.
I turn slowly and gasp loudly when I see it most certainly is not King Kong, but instead a jerky, hot as hell, custom car builder. Tazen Watts has his hands on me, and he looks about as shocked as I do that we’re both in the same place at the same time and worse, he’s got his hands on me. I watch the recognition hit his face and his eyes widen, the chocolate depths filling with a good range of emotions. Then his hands drop and he steps back.
“Fuck,” he says. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”
So charming.
“I’m sure all your dreams have come true, now that I am.”
He grins. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that. Rocking dress, by the way. Makes your ass look great.”
God. Such a man.
“It would seem the good lord dislikes me enough to put me in the same place as you and your cheesy compliments. Next you’re probably going to tell me I look like I fell from heaven,” I mutter, stepping past him.
“Ouch, angel. Is there any need to be so hostile? I was going to go with public singing to win you over, but you just ruined that chance for yourself.”
“Unlucky for me,” I scoff, walking to the bar and ordering a drink.
I take the drink I ordered and swallow it down, and then I turn to him. “Are you going to follow me all night?”
I step past him before he can answer, and decide I need fresh air. My head is spinning and I need to get out of his space before I throttle him or drown in his charm. I push through the crowd of people and out the front entrance. Then I make my way quickly towards a large tree just off the sidewalk. I reach it and press my back to it, taking a deep breath.
“Do you always run so fast from attractive males?”
Well, I guess he’s not done with me just yet.
“I didn’t see any, so that question is not even worth an answer.”
“Ouch, for someone so little you really know how to pull out the insults.”
I glare over