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Everything That Glitters (Velvet Thunder, #1)(7)
Author: Emery Jacobs

“Me, an asshole?” My gaze meets hers. “What you just did was a bitch move, and you know it.”

“Bitch move, huh? Maybe it was, but I got what I wanted.” She takes a few more steps away from me and smirks. “How does it feel to be so easy?”

“So now you think I’m easy?” She’s right, I am easy, but I never get so caught up in the moment with some random chick that I let her get the best of me.

“It doesn’t matter what I call it. You being easy is a fact, and I just proved it.” She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, straightens her spine, and secures her purse under her arm.

She’s sexy as fuck, and there’s nothing I can say or do to bring the few minutes we just shared back. She’s made her mind up about me and what I am, and that pisses me off. She fucking played me. I would’ve given her those damn pills back. She didn’t have to get me so worked up then pull away.

“I may be easy, but you’re a dick tease.” I move toward her.

“Stop! Don’t take another step!” She glares at me like I’ve done something wrong when all I did was follow her lead. How can she be so all consuming one minute then morph into this raving lunatic the next?

I do as she says and stop. Then I jam my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and wait, because by the look on her face, I’m sure she’s not finished.

“Since you’ve obviously already forgotten, let me remind you: I. Never. Touched. Your. Dick,” she says loudly, before spinning around and walking away from me.

 

 

Six

 

 

Gracie

 

 

God, I’m such an idiot. I shake my head as I make my way through the crowded bar, heading toward the area where I left Ella and Leo standing. Hopefully they’re still there, because I really need my best friend right now. I blow out a frustrated breath as thoughts of what just happened race through my mind. I really want to forget the last twenty minutes of my life because I made a complete fool of myself in front of possibly the sexiest guy I’ve been around in a really long time. He was an arrogant asshole and he called you a dick tease. I cringe at the thought. I’ve never even been called a tease before, much less a dick tease. I guess it’s because I’ve never done something so aggressive and reckless. Sure, I’ve hooked up with guys before, but normally it’s more of a mutual make-out session and not me rubbing all over them and then walking away.

The music has stopped, which means the band is on break and hanging out in the employee lounge in the back. Since Ella and Leo are nowhere to be found, I walk over to the double doors in the corner behind the stage, show my ID to security, and make my way toward the lounge. I’m not looking forward to facing my dad because he’ll be able to tell something’s wrong just by looking at me. I hate that he can read me so easily.

As soon as I walk through the door into the large room, I’m met with a deep rumble of laughter. It’s Uncle Kurt; I’d know his familiar laugh anywhere. He’s leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, and talking to a red-haired woman who’s holding a tray full of beer. His gaze meets mine and he nods toward the closed door to the right. That’s him telling me my dad is in the restroom. So, I wait, mostly for the bathroom to be available so I can scrub off some of the nasty I picked up on the bar floor, but I also want to let my dad know I’m heading out. Even though I’m an adult, he still tries to keep tabs on me, so I make his life easy and give him just enough not to worry, but not so much that he knows more than needed about my life.

I lean against the wall and pull my phone from my purse. A text from Ella came through a while ago, telling me she and Leo were leaving. A moment of sadness creeps over me because I miss my late nights with her, hanging out waiting for Reckless Fury concerts to end. We’d spend that time drinking, laughing, and planning all the great things we were going to do once the Velvet Dolls were able to stand on their own. Stop being so selfish—she’s happy. I quickly shoot her a text back.

Me: Are we still on for brunch tomorrow?

The door to the restroom swings open, pulling my gaze from my phone.

“Everything okay, Grace Ann?” Dad’s voice is laced with concern. My father is a big guy, not fat, but broad and muscular. He’s about six foot three with salt-and-pepper hair, multiple tattoos, and a beard. When I was a little girl, I thought he was a giant with kind eyes and a huge heart. Nothing’s really changed except for the giant part. He’s definitely not a giant. To the world, he’s Dane Phillips, Reckless Fury’s badass lead singer, but to me, he’s my sweet though sometimes overbearing father.

I push off the wall and walk toward him. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” The last thing I want is for him to question me about my shitty night, and I sure don’t want him to know about what just transpired between me and the blond. I’d be humiliated, and he’d tear out of here and rip the guy a new asshole. Well, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, but he wouldn’t be happy, and besides, grown women don’t run and tell their daddies these sorts of problems. I’m sure if I had a sister or maybe a mother then I’d be more open to discussing things of a personal nature, but never would I discuss boy troubles with the man standing in front of me.

His eyes narrow. “I don’t know, maybe because you’re back here instead of out there with your friends.” He motions toward the door leading back to the bar.

I smile. “I’m fine, and you worry too much. I just need to clean up a bit.” My phone vibrates in my hand, and I glance down at the screen.

Ella: Mad Treat Tearoom—11:00 a.m.? How did it go with the hot blond?

“Clean up?” The sound of my dad’s voice pulls me away from reading my text.

My fingers move swiftly across the screen as I respond, giving her a simple yes to the brunch location and saying it didn’t go well before my eyes shift back to my dad.

“I’m sticky and I really need a bath, but this will have to do until I get back to the apartment.” I push around him and walk inside the restroom toward the sink. I have an apartment here in New Orleans that I share with Cash Creed. His dad is Freddy Creed, the bass player for Reckless Fury. We grew up together, and when the band decided to branch out and everybody bought their own places here in New Orleans, they gave me and Cash the apartment. Neither of us lives here full time, but it’s nice to have somewhere to stay when we’re in town. My actual home is thirty minutes down the road in Falls Creek, Louisiana, the small town where I grew up.

Dad follows me into the tiny space and shuts the door behind him. I chunk my purse onto the counter along with my phone before spinning around. My eyes immediately dart to him. “Dad, please. I just want to clean up and go home.”

“Why are you sticky?” He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “What happened?”

“It’s really no big deal. I dropped my purse and had to pick all my stuff up off the floor.” I release a long slow breath and look away for a beat before returning my gaze to his. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been on the floor in a bar, but it’s disgusting.” I hold out my hands in front of me as my memory jumps back to the arrogant blond. He probably has my handprints outlined in sticky gunk on his T-shirt. I guess it kind of serves him right for the birth control pill incident and all. I lean against the counter and turn on the water before lathering up with the nasty liquid soap and then scrubbing the filth from my hands.

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