Jake’s face lights up at my approach. Then I see his eyes move down my body, and a frown mars his perfect face.
Oh no. He hates my outfit.
Feeling instantly self-conscious, tucking my clutch under my arm, I run my hands down my skirt and pick up my pace to him.
“Hey,” I say when I reach him.
He slides his hand around my waist. Pulling me close, he plants a kiss on my lips.
“You hate my outfit,” I whisper under his mouth.
“No, I just hate that every man in this place can see your tits through it,” he growls, kissing me one more time before releasing me.
Shit. I thought I looked nice. I guess not.
Turning to the man beside him, Jake says, “Tru, I’d like you to meet Zane. He’s the VP at the label. Zane, this is the future Mrs. Wethers.”
Zane smiles. Smoldering chocolate-brown eyes meet mine. “Great to finally meet you, Tru.” He offers his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips and kisses it.
“I hope he was saying mostly complimentary things,” I say through my now-dry mouth, sliding a glance in Jake’s direction.
“All complimentary.” Zane smiles, releasing my hand. “You’re just as beautiful as Jake described.”
Just not in tonight’s outfit, apparently.
Zane’s smooth. Very smooth. But not in a slimy way. More in an “I’m well practiced at getting women into my bed and they leave very satisfied” kind of way. The guy screams confidence and awesome sex. Just like Jake.
“Where the f**k have you been, ass-face?” Jake says over my head.
Turning, I see Tom sauntering toward us.
“Nowhere. Hey, Tru,” he says, turning his eyes toward me. “Nice top.” His eyes flicker down to my chest, lingering longer than necessary.
“Stop staring at my fiancée’s tits,” Jake growls.
Fuck. Thanks, Tom.
“Hey, I’m a guy…,” he protests, “and they’re just there on display, what do expect me to do? Awesome rack, Tru, seriously awesome. I’m real glad you decided to put them on show tonight. You really should show them off more often.”
“Do you want me to break your face?” Jake says, half joking.
At least I think he is.
Pulling my clutch up to cover my chest, I say, “Haven’t you got better things to be doing, Tom? Like finding your next doggie bag to take home, rather than staring at something you can never have?”
“Ooh, harsh!” Tom slaps his hand over his heart.
“I like you more and more by the minute, Tru.” Zane grins at me. “What are you drinking?”
“I’ll get these,” Jake says. “Your usual, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
“Tom, you want a beer?”
Tuning out the guys, I glance around the club. It’s a nice place. A little grungy, but definitely somewhere I would have hung out back home.
I notice many eyes looking in our direction. Mostly at Jake. Well, all at Jake. Most of them don’t even have the decency to look away when they see I’ve caught them staring at my husband-to-be.
Nice.
“Thanks,” I say as Jake hands me my margarita.
“So she blew you out?” I catch Zane saying to Tom.
“No.”
“The fact you went back there to try your luck with her, and you’re out here with us, definitely says she did, man,” Jake says with a smile.
“I never said I went to try my luck. I went to offer my support.”
Jake laughs. “The only support you would have been offering her was up against a wall.”
“What’s this?” I say, taking a sip of my drink. “Tom got rejected by a woman?” I give Tom a mock look of shock.
“Yep,” Jake replies, flashing wide eyes at me. “He tried to get into Lyla’s pants, and being the smart girl she is, she blew him out like a candle.”
Lyla is the ridiculously pretty lead singer of Vintage, and apparently, a very smart girl indeed.
“Shut up, f**k-face, she didn’t blow me out. I would’ve had to try something for that to happen. Not that it ever would. Women can’t say no to the cat.”
“Wow, man, in all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never had a girl say no to you,” Jake says, ignoring Tom’s defensiveness. “Wait ’til Denny hears this.” Jake laughs. “Actually, I might ring him now.” He reaches for his phone.
“For f**k’s sake!” Tom groans, grabbing his beer.
Zane pats him on the back, keeping a straight face. “Don’t sweat it, man, it happens to the best of us. Never to me, but I totally feel for you.” Zane cracks up laughing.
“I like Lyla,” I pitch in. I’ll get the twat back for the top comment before. “She seems like a great girl. Really attractive. Smart. Shame for you, Tom, being blown out like that.” I smirk at him.
“Jesus Christ! The lot of you are doing my f**kin’ head in! She was a nonstarter. I don’t put the effort in for a woman. I don’t need to. There are plenty more willing to step up to the plate.” He nods in the direction of some open gawkers. “On that note, I’ll catch you f**kers later. Tru,” he says, eyes going straight to my chest, “a pleasure as always. I hope to see you in that top again soon.”
“Fuck off, Tom,” Jake snaps.
Backing up, grinning, Tom winks at Jake and heads in the direction of the waiting girls.