Page 18 of Clueless
The guys had been busting my chops ever since I signed with Spencer Records, and I didn’t blame them.If it had been one of them to sign, I’d have given them a hard time too.They thought I’d forget about them, start hanging with guys in my new tax bracket.But I had nothing in common with the Trey Turners and Ty McCalls of the world.These were my people, and always would be.
“Excuse me, boys,” I said, sliding out of my seat.“I think I’m gonna buy the lady a drink before some other asshole beats me to it.”
“You’ll be back here with your tail between your legs when she shoots you down, Taz!”Tripp yelled as I walked away.“Don’t say we didn’t warn you!”
I slid in next to the pretty blond at the bar, Grace’s friend, since some yuppie dipshit was chatting up my girl.
“Taz,” the blond said, extending her hand with a sly smile.“Mr.Three-peat himself.I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I grinned when I caught Grace’s eye and she blushed as I took her friend’s hand.“What’s your name, beautiful?”
Grace rolled her eyes, obviously at me, and not the guy trying and failing to hold her attention.
“Kaitlyn.”She nudged her friend, giggling.“Those songs you posted online…” She fanned her face dramatically.“When you cut those, I’m downloading them and playing them on repeat.”
“Thanks, though I’m not sure they’ll make the cut on the new album.”I gestured to the bartender.“Can I buy you ladies a drink?”
“What do you say, Gracie?”Kaitlyn asked.“Think we should let him buy us a drink?”
“Excuse me,” Grace said to the guy next to her, while glaring at me.“Can I have a word with you, Taz?”
I rubbed my hands together.“Thought you’d never ask.”
“Outside,” she snapped, leading the way.
I glared at every slimy bastard who ogled her, while trying to ignore the catcalls from my childish friends, as we made our way outside.
She led me away from the door and fisted her hands on her hips.“What do you think you’re doing?”
I raised my hands, unable to keep the smile on my face from spreading.She was even sexier when she was pissed, if that was possible.“I don’t know.What am I doing?”
“Offering to buy me a drink after you called me?—”
I touched my fingertip against her full pink lips.“I didn’t call you anything, baby.And never would.”
“No, but you implied!And for the record, I have never even asked a man out, let alone invited one home!”
I took a step forward, causing her to back up, until her backside was nearly pressed against the brick building.Bracing my forearm against the wall, above her head, I leaned in, whispering, “I like that I was your first.”
She huffed, pushing against my chest.“Get out of my way, you brute.I’m going back inside, to find arealman.”
Ouch, she’d taken direct aim below the belt and hit her target.“I seem to recall you thinking I was a real man,” I said quietly.“When you were panting my name, begging for more.”
She blushed, but her eyes spit fire.“How dare you?—”
I cupped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, looking into her eyes.“You are so beautiful.”
Sucking in a breath, she said, “You’re crazy if you think your tired lines are going to work on me.”
“I meant it, but tell me what it’ll take for you to agree to one drink, one dance, that’s all I’m asking.”I’d take a hell of a lot more, if she was offering, but I knew I’d have to bust my ass to earn an invite back into her bed.
“Why would I want to do that?You’ve already told me what you think of me.”
“No, I haven’t.”My eyes trailed over her body.“I think you’re beautiful, sexy, smart?—”
“Shut up, Taz.”
I smirked, loving the fire and ice treatment.“A firecracker in the sac—” My hand drifted to her hip.“And I’m an idiot for opening my big mouth and ruining what could have been a good thing.”
