Jake’s still on a high from the show, all the guys are for that matter. Maybe it’s something about smaller intimate shows and the live recording for TV that buzzes them, but they are happy, buoyant, and everyone’s feeling it, including me.
But I’ve noticed that Jake seems even more pumped than the rest, and he is not ready to go back to the hotel.
I’m also feeling wired from my Jake hormones which are currently on heat, but mainly because of the serenade Jake did to me – I wonder if that’s what set me off, oh and also the accompanying two glasses of wine I’ve had all contributing to a horny Tru.
Horny Tru, who wants in Jake’s pants.
All in all, not great.
Well it would be great I imagine, but it’s not going to happen.
Jake doesn’t see me like that. I know he screws any woman he deems sexy enough – which is most, but to him I’m just Tru Bennett who he used to live next door to once upon a time. His newly reacquainted best-friend.
Best friends, that’s what me and Jake are.
I know we have the innocent flirty banter thing going on, but that’s all it is, innocent.
And of course I’m with Will.
Will my boyfriend. Who I love very much.
And even though my feet are killing me from my shoes; note to self, break expensive pretty shoes in before wearing for a night out, I still hear myself agreeing to go clubbing with the guys.
With Jake.
Deep down, I know I’m just not ready to be away from him yet. Dangerous, but also very true.
So now we’re in the car on our way to an exclusive club here in Copenhagen.
Ben is in the car behind driving Denny and Smith. And Dave is driving me, Tom and Jake.
Tom is in the front, and I’m in the back with Jake. I’m hyper aware of his nearness. Of every single move he makes. And even though this car has a roomy back seat, Jake is sitting close to me.
Close enough for me to feel his heat in this well air-conditioned car. I know he doesn’t realise or mean to, but he’s not helping my current attraction to him subside at all.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s doing it on purpose.
Dave pulls the car up outside the club. It looks fancy and expensive, and there is a queue of people waiting to go in.
Dave tells us to wait in the car, and I watch as he goes over to the three burly doormen and speaks to one of them who looks to be in charge. These guys are big but they have nothing on Dave, and he seems to have such an air of authority over these doormen as he speaks to them.
The head doorman looks over Dave’s shoulder in the direction of our car, then nods his head.
Dave hands the car keys to one of the other doormen, who then follows him toward our car.
Dave opens Jake’s door, then Tom’s, as the doorman climbs into the driver seat of our car.
Jake climbs out, and then waiting for me, takes my hand, helping me out of the car. He doesn’t let go when I’m out of the car and no longer needing his help, and my body flames under his touch.
The music is pumping out of the club, and the level of chatter from the people in the queue increases exponentially at the arrival of the TMS boys.
I feel proud in this moment to be here with them.
Denny and Smith join us, leaving Ben to park their car, and then we all walk toward the club entrance, Dave sticking close by Jake, who is keeping me close to him, and the doormen make a clear path for us into the club.
Once inside, a guy introducing himself as the manager of the club guides us straight up to the VIP section.
I know Jake hates VIP sections in clubs. He never has them at the after show parties. When I asked him why, he said, ‘What’s the point of throwing a party and then just sitting on the outside watching everyone else have all the fuckin’ fun.’
His words not mine.
But he also knows it’s not always viable for him to go to a club and sit in the cheap seats, so to say, well not unless he’s after a good groping and a night of signing autographs and posing for pictures. Actually knowing Jake, the groping probably wouldn’t bother him too much.
And I guess him and the guys being up in the VIP section makes Dave and Ben’s job a lot easier.
Me personally, as I’ve recently discovered, am also not a huge fan of the VIP sections either, well, except for maybe at airports – those are my new found love.
I just find VIP’s in clubs to be a little pretentious, and I’m taking about the people in them. Not Jake and the guys of course. We’re all kind pretty much cut from the same cloth in that respect.
Jake and me especially.
The fun is happening downstairs in the main part of the club, not in this stuffy area, but it’s not like I can just off and hop downstairs to mingle. It would be rude of me.
So I’m here in the VIP section, ensuring not to talk to Jake too much.
Right now I’m sitting in a booth talking to Denny.