“Maybe I’ll let you do more than that.” Then, Maya looked at Trihn and smirked. “See? Easy enough.”
Trihn shook her head. “You’re all insane.”
“Hey,” Bryna said, running into Trihn, with Stacia at her side. “We have a surprise for you.”
Stacia bounced up and down. “It’s a good one.”
“Oh no,” Trihn groaned. “I don’t want any of the football players.”
Stacia rolled her eyes. “We’re so generous, and you hate our gifts.”
“I think you’re having enough fun with Marshall all by yourself.”
“He is delicious, isn’t he?” Stacia asked. Her eyes roamed back over to his muscular six-foot-four build, and she smiled. “He’ll make Pace so jealous.”
“Oh, fuck, Stacia,” Bryna groaned. “Just stop!”
Pace was Bryna’s stepbrother, and they had a horrible relationship. He had sabotaged her one too many times and seriously needed to grow up. It didn’t matter how hot he was—and he was pretty hot, not that she would ever tell Bryna that. She’d freak when anyone mentioned it. Also, he could play ball. Football wasn’t Trihn’s thing, but she knew he was better than Marshall. Unfortunately, Pace had to bide his time to get the starting position—just like he was biding his time until he got back into Stacia’s good graces. Trihn had a feeling the latter would be more difficult than the former.
“Anyway,” Stacia said with her bubbly personality, “we caught you a smoking hot guy. Don’t worry. He’s not a football player!”
“Lucky for me. That guarantees one of you hasn’t slept with him,” Trihn quipped.
Maya snorted and then went back to pouring drinks.
“Hilarious,” Bryna deadpanned.
“But she’s right,” Stacia said with a shrug.
“Just earn your nickname, Cheer Slut,” Trihn said with a half smile.
“It’s Damon,” Bryna said.
“No.”
“What? Why not?” Bryna asked.
“No way.”
“Look, he’s hot, and he’s into you. He’s perfect. Did I mention how hot he is?”
“He is hot,” Stacia agreed. “Perfect rebound material.”
“I’ve never seen him at Posse before, so I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Bryna pointed upward. “He’s right there.”
“In the ceiling?”
“DJ booth!” Bryna said with a shake of her head.
“Oh my God, just imagine the hot sex inside the booth!” Stacia cried.
“I’m not having sex with him in the DJ booth.”
“But somewhere else?” Bryna asked with a wink.
Trihn sighed heavily. “I’m going to have to talk to him, aren’t I? There’s no way you’re going to leave me alone otherwise?”
Both her friends shook their heads. Trihn wasn’t surprised. She didn’t even know why she had agreed to try a rebound at all. She wasn’t the type of girl who rebounded. She usually wallowed hopelessly in her own personal hell pit of depression until she felt like she could crawl back into the light.
But it wasn’t as if that had made any difference in the past. She had just ended up in the same place as the last time. And there was no guarantee that, by having an easy rebound, she wouldn’t end up here all over again.
“I don’t want a relationship of any sort.”
They nodded their heads, as if they understood. They were all serial relationship people, hopping beds and hearts without the scars that seemed to hit her so much harder than everyone else. She wished it were as easy for her to move on.
“If I do this, it’s just physical.”
“I believe the term you’re looking for is a one-night stand,” Bryna offered.
“That sounds so slimy.”
“It’s fun,” Stacia said with a smile. “Just try to have fun.”
Trihn rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this.
Bryna pushed Trihn in the direction of the stairs that led to the DJ booth, and she steeled her nerves for what was about to happen. Right now, she was thanking Maya for those two shots of tequila. She probably should have taken a few more.
She made it up to the booth, but she was disappointed to find a bouncer in front of the door. She hadn’t planned for that.
“Excuse me. You’re not allowed to be up here,” the man said. He crossed his beefy arms over his chest and stared down at her, not even blinking an eye. His dark hair was pulled back into a man bun, and he was wearing a black blazer over a black T-shirt with black pants.
“Hey! Sorry to bother you.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I was just coming up to see the DJ.”
“He’s not seeing anyone. He’s working.”
“I totally understand. I just wanted to talk to him for—”
“No,” he said plainly.
“But he’s expecting me.”
“No,” he repeated. He stood his ground and gestured for her to walk back the way she’d come.
“But—”
“What is going on down here?” a man asked, walking toward them.
When Trihn got a good look at him, her eyes bulged. He was super hot with short honey-blond hair, to-die-for lips, and a bulky muscular physique clad in a cut black suit.
“Sorry, boss,” the guy said. He respectfully nodded at the man. “I was just telling this girl to leave. She wanted to speak with the DJ.”