dropped.” Zoey looks over at the bar and I think she is pondering being mad at Pierce for not giving her a heads up.
“Your jaw did drop. What about mine?” I ask sincerely.
“I have no idea, Stella. I couldn’t rip my eyes away long enough to look at you. Did you see the tattoos hanging out of his shirt? And the one that peeked out of the shirt on his neck?”
“Are you kidding? I was gawking! Gawking, I tell you!” We just stare at one another.
“You need to be underneath that man before the night’s over, Stella.” I love my blunt best friend.
“I did! Already! I eye fucked the shit out of him.” My face turns red thinking of me completely mesmerized. “Do you think fucking him in my mind ended my one year of celibacy?”
“No, it most certainly does not! For fuck’s sake, you need to physically do him, Stella!”
“He’s way out of my league, Zoey. Sad, but true.”
“Wrong! But only you can make that happen, and you’re fucking certifiable if you don’t get on it this minute.”
Our eyes turn to the boys at the bar. A tall, thin woman with super dark brown hair comes around the guys. She’s about four inches taller than me, and is all legs and small waist. She gives Pierce the finger to her mouth motioning him to be quiet. He smiles at her as she grabs Ty around the waist. He wraps her up in those big arms, and whispers something in her ear. She gives him what I consider a somewhat intimate smile. You can tell he is asking her if she wants a drink as he gives the bartender his order. She pours and shakes as the new girl and all the boys laugh and talk. He has a girlfriend. Zoey said he might, so that should not surprise me as much as it does. I’m brought back from spying to my bestie who looks like she asked me something and I didn’t answer.
I go out on a limb and ask, “What?”
“What did you think of Pierce?”
“He’s great. He’s super sexy and he looked so happy to see you. I just met him, but he looks at you like he is the luckiest guy in the world.”
“You really think so, because I’m really falling for him, Stella. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.” The surprise of Ty is gone. She is back to that smitten look for Pierce. I’m pleased, because that face really looks good on her.
Pierce has a double order of drinks for Zoey, and two beers in the other hand for himself. He sits down in front of Zoey and settles her back in between his thighs. Jaxon slides me the two drinks that I ordered with a big smile on his face. Two drinks do NOT equal sex in my world, buddy…you’ll learn. Ty has two beers in his hands, and the girl that was wrapped around his waist has four lemon drop shots. I finally get to see her face and she is really pretty. Not hot, and definitely not gorgeous. Her makeup is a little heavy for my liking. The thick black eyeliner and super red lipstick is too bright against her pale skin.
There is nothing I hate more than a catty girl. We are who we are. I will not play the game of who’s the prettiest by looking each other up and down. I always swear, no matter what the girl looks like, I will not be bitchy. Don’t get me wrong…Zoey and I have talked mad shit about girls we did not like. Those girls are usually the ones that want to be clique-y, or think they are way better than we are. Zoey and I size her up quickly, and she does the same to us. She keeps a genuine smile on her face and we do the same.
“I’m Emily, Ty’s girl/assistant/housekeeper/right hand woman, and the list goes on.” Her eyes light up. “Let me guess. You are Zoey Martin, and you’re Stella. I never got a last name on you, my apologies.” She picks us out correctly and makes eye contact with both of us. I like her, no nasty looks, and no petty girl vibes coming off her. No looks to us that say Ty is hers and we better back off. Zoey shakes her hand. I extend mine and tell her my full name.
“Thank you for coming to my party. My boss is a really great