This is the longest damn night of my life. The guys won’t stop giving me shit about Jensen. After the truth bomb she dropped, she sent over another cocktail waitress to serve our table drinks, and they start harassing her, jeering and commenting on her curvaceous body, Chad trying to grab this one’s ass too.

But she’s not having it. The tall, platinum blonde gives us all a death stare and literally slaps Chad’s hand away from her butt when he tries to cup it.

“Touch me again and I’ll break your fingers,” she says, punctuating her vicious statement with a sweet smile.

The look Chad sends her when she walks away tells me he might still be a little in lust. I guess he likes them mean.

Jensen never comes back to our table, and I’m thankful. It’s bad enough, all the questions I’m fielding about her the moment she left. Doesn’t help that Chad blabbed to everyone that, Rhett fucked that hot waitress. She said so! Like, literally said so!

His big mouth needs to shut the hell up.

We shut the club down and I wander out into the parking lot with everyone else, the icy cold night air like a harsh slap in the face. But not hard enough to sober me up. I’m drunk and I know it. And I drove my ass here too. Chad’s going home to his brother’s house and everyone else seems to have come in groups with a designated driver at the wheel.

“You want to come back to my place?” Emmett asks, but I can tell that’s the last thing he wants.

“Sabrina’s gonna kill you,” Chad mutters. He sends me a look. “That’s my future sister-in-law.”

“It’s good, guys.” I hold up my hands, like it’s no big deal that they’re all going to abandon me. They aren’t my friends. The majority of these guys I don’t know at all, with the exception of Chad and his brother. I don’t expect them to help me. Hell, most of them are gone already. “I’ll take an Uber.”

“You sure?” Chad asks, looking guilty. He glances over his shoulder at his brother before he steps closer to me. His voice lowers as he says, “It’s just that, his fiancée wasn’t too thrilled about him coming to a strip club tonight. She already bitched about me coming back to their apartment. If we bring you too? She’ll probably freak the hell out.”

No way do I want to deal with another upset female.

“Yeah, no, I’m good. I’ll call Uber right now.” I reach into my front pocket to find it empty. My keys are in my other front pocket, but that’s it. I pat my butt down and realize both of my back pockets are empty too. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Chad frowns.

“I think I forgot my phone inside.” The last thing I want to do is go back into the club and possibly face Jensen. “I gotta get in there before they close down for the night. I’ll see you guys later, okay? Thanks for inviting me Emmett, and I’ll see you tomorrow, Chad,” I call to them before I start jogging toward the front doors of City Lights.

The place is locked, and I tug on the handles, making the glass in the doors rattle. A big, burly guy with a shiny bald head barely cracks open one of the doors, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “We’re closed for the night, asshole.”

Nice customer service. “I left my phone inside.”

He studies me for a moment. “You were with the bachelor party.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“What kind of phone?”

“An iPhone X.”

“Uh huh. One of the girls said a fancy new phone got left behind. Come in.” He pushes the door open farther and I slip inside, surprised at how different the club looks with all the lights on. It’s nothing special, with the harsh fluorescent light making everything look dark and dingy. Rundown. There’s a guy about my age mopping the floor, and the bartender is behind the counter washing up.

“Come over here,” the bald guy tells me with a wave of his hand.

I follow after him, going through the very hallway where I made out with Jensen, pushing through a black door into a very dark, small room. There’s a bunch of chairs stacked in one of the corners, and a giant round table covered in all sorts of miscellaneous items. Discarded jackets, a small purse, a couple of wallets.

And my phone.

“This is our unofficial lost and found,” the bald guy tells me. “You’re lucky someone turned in your fancy-ass phone. Not everyone is that nice around here.”

I snatch up my iPhone and shove it in my pocket. “Thanks for letting me back in so I could get it.”

“No problem. Take better care of your phone.” He slaps me on the back so hard, I take a couple of faltering steps forward. “Now get the hell out of here. I wanna go home.”

I exit the room and make my way toward the doors, checking my phone as I walk. I have a text from some hot girl named Micki I met at a party a few weeks ago, before I was having serious thoughts about Jensen. I don’t bother answering her. Last thing I need is another woman in my life.

There’s a few other notifications, but nothing important, so I swipe out of everything and open up my Uber app.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice says right when I collide with a very soft, curvy female. I grab hold of her waist to stop her, clutching fistfuls of a soft black sweater, and I realize quick it’s freaking Jensen.

The look she sends me is full of disgust. “Why are you still here?”

“Forgot my phone.” I hold it up to show her, then shove it into my front pocket. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”

I start to walk past her, but she stops me with her words. “You know, you were a real asshole earlier.”

“At least I don’t have to lie to make friends.” I turn to face her.

She crosses her arms. Thank God she has that sweater on. I couldn’t take another moment of staring at her perfect breasts on such obvious display. “You’re also a judgmental asshole.”

“Hey, I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” I remind her. I’m offended she called me judgmental, though I guess I was judging her earlier.

That hurt look crosses her face again, and I immediately feel awful for what I just said. What I’ve said and done the entire night.

“You ready to go, Jen?” The ferocious blonde who took over our table magically appears by Jensen’s side. She eyes me up and down, a frown on her pretty face. “This guy bugging you?”

“No.” Jensen hesitates, a sudden gleam in her eye. “Not really.”

The blonde sneers. “You need to get going, jackass. We’re closed.”

Remaining silent, I walk out of there, sick of all the bullshit. Sick, period. I swear I’m getting the spins. And my head is starting to pound. Too much alcohol will do that to a person, and it doesn’t help that I mixed my liquors either.

My ass is going to be hurtin’ tomorrow.

Opening my phone, I go back into the Uber app and start looking for a car to come pick me up. But after a little searching, I realize there isn’t one available.

As in…

I’m screwed.

“Fuck me,” I mutter as I open up a browser and start searching for a taxi service.

“Already did that,” Jensen says from behind me, making me whirl around. “Remember? You wanted to keep all the good pussy to yourself.”

She’s smiling. Meaning she’s joking. Though, of course, she lies too, so I don’t know if I can trust that she won’t turn on me in a quick second.

Her constant mood shifts leave me on edge.

“Why did you even say that?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I wanted to watch you squirm.” She shrugs. I swear that’s the most honest she’s been with me all night. Minus when I had her in my arms in the hallway. “Why are you still here?”

“Can’t find an Uber.”

“What? And all of your friends left you here alone?”

“They weren’t my friends. I came tonight because my roommate invited me. His brother is the future groom.” Why am I telling her all this? She doesn’t fucking care.

More like, she doesn’t deserve to know.

“They still abandoned you, Rhett.” Her voice is soft. So are her eyes. She has the most beautiful eyes. Big and blue and full of secrets.

It’s like I know nothing about her.

I glance down at my phone again and misstep on the edge of the sidewalk, nearly toppling over before I right myself.

“You’re drunk.” She states the obvious.

“Only a little bit.” I hold my thumb and index finger up, with barely any space between them. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get a taxi.”

“Isn’t that your car out in the parking lot?” She points.

I look where she’s pointing. “Yeah, that’s mine.”

“You’re going to leave it here overnight and take a taxi home?”

“I can’t drive home, Jens. I’m drunk, remember?”

She blows out an exaggerated breath and turns to the ferocious blonde, who just exited the club. “I need to take him home,” Jensen tells her.

“Oh, hell no,” I start, but she sends me a look. I lower my voice. “I don’t want you driving me home, Jensen.”

“You leave your car here and someone is going to break into it,” she tells me.

“At the very least,” the blonde adds. “More like they’ll flat out steal it.”

“Savannah’s right. You’ll come back here tomorrow and your car will most likely be gone,” Jensen says. “I’ll drive you home.”

I stare at my car with longing. I love that fucking car. I don’t make a big deal about my financial situation, but I do appreciate driving a truly excellent vehicle.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Savannah asks Jensen.

I turn to look at them, wondering at the meaningful looks they’re giving each other. Does Savannah know about me? Does she know Jensen is a liar?

Probably not.

“I’m sure,” Jensen says firmly before she walks over to me and holds her hand out, palm up. “Your keys.”

Reluctantly I hand them over. I don’t trust her, yet I’m going to let her drive my car. Let her drive me home. But I’m too drunk to protest, and she knows it.

“You want me to follow you back to his place?” Savannah asks as we start walking out into the parking lot.

“Go ahead and go home. I’ll text you later,” Jensen answers.

“Jen.” The warning tone in Savannah’s voice is obvious. “Be careful.”

“I’ve got this handled.” She smiles at me, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Don’t worry.”

She hits the button on the keyless remote to unlock the car, and then we’re both climbing in, me on the passenger side for once in my life. It feels strange, to be in your own car but not driving it. I never realized what a control freak I am.

“Don’t wreck it, okay?” I tell her gently as she hits the button to start the car.

“I won’t wreck your precious car, Rhett,” she promises, just before she thrusts the gear into drive and pulls out of the parking spot, the tires squealing and the back end of the car swaying.

“Jesus, Jensen!” I sober up real quick as she drives like a maniac out of the parking lot, laughing the entire time. But once we’re on the road, she drives at a normal speed, her gaze focused on the road in front of her.

“Did I scare you?”

“Yeah,” I admit, feeling like an idiot.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. You were looking at your car just like you look at me when we’re…” Her voice drifts and she clamps her lips shut.

“When we’re what?” I ask, curious.

Her gaze meets mine briefly before she returns her focus to the road. “When we’re—fucking.”

“Well, don’t forget. You do have the good pussy,” I remind her, going for humor. We can’t fight if we’re trying to be funny, right?

She laughs, her sparkling gaze landing on me briefly. “You really think so?”

“You really expect me to answer that?” There’s something different about her. She seems more confident, not as closed off.

It also feels like she’s teasing me. Toying with me. I don’t know if that’s a good thing.

Probably not.

“Be honest, Rhett.” Her voice is low. Sultry. Sexy. “You could’ve had my pussy earlier. In the club.”

I say nothing, just shift in my seat, trying to ignore my growing erection. The word pussy drops so easily from her lips, and it’s kind of a turn on.

“You can have it right now, if you want it.” She comes to a stop at a red light, causally stretching her legs out in front of her, causing her tight skirt to ride up and expose her slender thighs.

“Jens.” My voice is a warning, but my resolve is weak. So fucking weak.

She squirms in her seat and reaches for her skirt, tugging it up so it’s bunched around her waist, exposing her panties. They’re black lace and barely cover her.

Damn.

“You left me high and dry in that hallway, Rhett,” she murmurs, hitting the gas when the light turns green. “I wanted you so bad. For the rest of the night, all I could think about was you touching me, and it made me ache in the worst way.”

Her words are messing with my head again. She knows exactly what to say to seduce me. And my guard is down. I’m drunk and horny and dying to reach over and slip my fingers in her panties. See if she’s wet.

I’d bet a million bucks she’s soaked.

“You’re a fucking tease,” I tell her gruffly as I settle my hand on her thigh. Her skin is warm and smooth, and I run my fingers up, closer and closer to her panties.

“I’m not teasing you. I’m letting you have me. Take what you want.” She spreads her legs a little and I brush my fingers against her very center.

Yep. The fabric’s wet.

“I touch you like this, you’ll wreck my car,” I warn her.

“You don’t touch me like this, and I guarantee I’ll wreck your car out of pure frustration.” She sends me an evil smile. “What will it be, Rhett?”