Chapter 8

Jennie

"Can you focus?"

"Oh, trust me, I'm focusing," Lisa said Friday night, licking the pad of her thumb as she swiped another page of one of my books.

I huffed, crossing my bedroom to swipe the book out of her hands and put it back on the shelf. I made sure it was in its right place before I held up the two dress options again.

"Which one?"

"That's what I want to know. Which one is Cheyanne going to choose?" She shook her head, thrusting a hand toward the bookshelf. "I mean, her husband who loves her and made vows, or her first love who's back in town and can't live without her?"

"Her husband is a cheating asshole and a narcissist, and Roland is God's gift to the Earth. So, spoiler alert, she runs off with him."

"Scandalous," Lisa said, quirking a brow at the shelf.

I snapped my fingers. "Focus."

I held up the hangers in each hand, and Lisa folded one arm across her chest, balancing the opposite elbow on her wrist as she smoothed a hand over her jaw in consideration.

After I'd called her the other night, we'd decided this was the best time for our first lesson. The season opener was tomorrow afternoon, which meant Coach gave the team the evening off to rest and get ready.

Of course, only about half the team would actually rest. The remaining half would be out partying and hoping like hell they weren't too hungover to play at their best tomorrow.

I imagined Lisa would be in that latter group, had she not been saddled with me. But this was all her idea in the first place, and I reminded myself of that as I waited for her to tell me what the hell to wear.

"Neither one of them feels like you," she said after a long pause.

I sighed, the hangers dropping to my sides, dresses on the floor. "Of course not. I bought them today with that exact intention."

"Why?" Lisa shook her head, taking the hangers out of my hands and crossing to my closet. She stuck the dresses in haphazardly and then started filtering through my clothes.

"Excuse me," I said, slipping between her and my twenty skirts before I pressed a hand to her chest and pushed her back. "A little privacy, please?"

"You asked for my help."

"Just… sit," I said, pointing to my bed as I turned back around. I hung my hands on my hips, not happy with anything staring back at me — at least, not for this.

There were no fashion guidebooks on What to Wear to Seduce Your Crush by Using Your Fake Boyfriend.

"Wear something you like," Lisa said from behind me, kicking her sneakers off and lounging back on my bed like it was home.

It was unfair how enticing she looked in just black joggers and a gray NBU t-shirt that she'd ripped the arms off. And my gaze lingered there for a moment too long before I brought my eyes to a more decent location. Of course, that decent location was her face, her slightly damp hair curling a bit around the flat-billed cap she wore.

Here I was stressing about what to wear, and meanwhile, Lisa was practically in pajamas, yet looked ridiculously sexy and ready to take home three supermodels with one smirk and wink combination.

She started thumbing through her phone, oblivious to me checking her out. "You don't want to be uncomfortable. It'll show."

"But what if everything that's comfortable to me is boring?"

She stopped texting, arching a brow at me. "Trust me, nothing you wear is boring."

I gave her a flat look. "You know what I mean. You've seen the girls who salivate over him at the foot of the stage." I sighed, looking back at my closet. "I don't have anything like that."

"You don't need anything like that." Lisa snapped her fingers. "Oh! Wear the kitten skirt. My favorite. Makes your ass look—"

"Don't finish that," I warned. "And I can't. I was wearing that last time he saw me."

Lisa blinked when I stared at her like that was an obvious issue.

I groaned, waving my hand at her and turning back to the closet. "Just… be quiet so I can focus. And stay away from my books."

"Your porn? Sure thing."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't grace her with a response as I paged through my blouse options. I paused when I came to a simple, white, short-sleeved button up, plucking it out and laying it over the back of my desk chair before I started swiping through again.

"Did I tell you Diana texted me?"

I whipped around. "Already?"

Lisa's smirk was that of the Cheshire Cat as she nodded. "Right after lunch on Chart Day."

"Wow," I mused, turning back to my closet. "That didn't take long."

"All she said was hi."

"What did you say back?"

"Nothing."

I whipped around again, holding a black skirt with little white hearts stitched all over it in one hand. "What do you mean, nothing?"

She shrugged. "I didn't answer."

"Why on Earth not?"

"Because that's what she wanted. If I would have answered, she would have known I'm not over her, and that whether or not you and I are together, she still has power over me." She held up her finger. "But by not answering her, I showed her I'm not bothered in the least by her being here, that I've moved on."

I blinked. "Okay…"

But as I turned back to find the right shoes, I found myself shaking my head and wondering if all these games would ever make sense to me.

"Trust me. I know what I'm doing," Lisa said. "You'll see after tonight. That is, if you ever pick an outfit."

I was sifting through my drawer of socks and stockings, and I turned long enough to peg her with a bundled-up pair that made her chuckle.

"Be right back," I said, disappearing into my bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I came back out to find Lisa propped against my headboard reading one of my motorcycle club romances.

"Am I going to have to put these under lock and key?" I plucked the book from her hands, holding it out of reach as she protested.

"With dirty scenes like that? Yeah. Probably." She waggled her brows. "I saw you put a highlighter tab on the soft choking part…"

My neck burned hotter than it had in my whole life as my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. Without thinking better of it, I reared that book in my hand back and promptly threw it at Lisa, who dodged it only by a hair.

"Hey, no shame!" She laughed. "Just info I want to tuck away for later," she added, tapping her temple.

In a miraculous feat of strength, I sucked in a long breath before smoothly letting it go, holding out my arms. "How do I look?"

Lisa swung her legs off the end of the bed and pulled on her sneakers as her eyes made a slow descent from where I'd put a simple black headband over the crown of my curls, to where I'd zipped up the four-inch chunky black boots around my ankles. The white blouse paired with the black skirt perfectly, the hearts a sweet touch, and I'd even been as bold as to tie the ends of the button up just under my chest to show a little midriff as opposed to tucking it in.

I did, however, grab my cream cardigan and throw it over the whole ensemble.

Lisa's eyes lingered on the black knee-high stockings I'd grabbed in a last-minute decision, making me self-conscious enough that I bent my knees together.

Finally, she let out a low whistle, rising to her feet. "This is going to be fun."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why do I get the feeling I should be scared?"

But she only laughed, nodding toward the door. "Come on. We don't want to be late for your boyfriend's big show."

"So, what exactly is the plan here?" I asked Lisa as she held the thick metal door open for me, every ounce of light instantly being snuffed out once we dipped inside the bar. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and note the smiling hostess illuminated only by two small candles.

"Just follow my lead."

"But what ex—"

I couldn't get the question out before Lisa was leaning her elbows on the hostess stand, offering the slim brunette beauty behind it her signature smirk.

"Good evening," she said. "Table for two, please. Booth, actually," she clarified, and winked back at me.

I just stared at her dumbfounded. What difference did it make?

"I'm sorry, but we're booked solid tonight," the girl said, twirling a strand of hair between her long, onyx fingernails.

Lisa sucked her teeth, glancing at me just as my shoulders slumped. But then, she grinned again, tapping on the wood of the stand. "Good thing I have a reservation."

She lit up then. "Oh! Wonderful. What's the name?"

"Johnson."

The woman slid her finger down a list, and then smiled broadly, gathering up two menus. "Right this way."

I had to admit I was shocked, so much so that Lisa had to hold her arm out for mine to lure me from where I'd been rooted in place by the door. She curbed a grin as we followed the hostess through the dimly lit bar, one vastly different from the casual place on campus where Kai usually played. This one was known for fancy cocktails that cost more than a full four-course dinner should.

Still, I marveled at the bizarre chandeliers and busy, yet not tacky, floral wallpaper as we wound our way through the tables. And we were deposited in a back corner booth.

Right near the stage.

My stomach flipped at the sight of Kai's guitar case, of the long, charcoal gray bandana that hung off the mic. It was his signature, one I'd never seen him play without, and it held my attention as Lisa slid into one side of the small booth and I took the other.

"Your mixologist will be right over," the hostess assured us, and her eyes lingered on Lisa for longer than necessary — long enough that I cocked a brow like I was her actual girlfriend. She coughed when she saw me, gave a brief smile and exited stage right.

My face softened once she was gone, only to turn and find Lisa watching me with an arched brow of amusement.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said, picking up the menu. "You just play your part well."

I picked mine up, too. "She might as well have left her number on a napkin."

"Coaster."

I blinked, but Lisa just smiled, holding up a thin white coaster with the bar name between her fingers. I saw without having to inspect closer that she, in fact, had sprawled her name and number on it.

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry, Kitten," Lisa said, scooting closer and putting her arm around the back of the booth and thus around me, too. "I'm all yours."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes again, mostly because our waitress came over. I ordered a grapefruit mocktail, because unlike Lisa, I didn't have a fake I.D., and I wouldn't be twenty-one for another year and a half. Lisa picked a whiskey drink that was so strong, I took a sip once it was delivered and felt like I was breathing fire.

"I'm impressed you made a reservation," I said.

"I didn't."

I frowned. "But, you just—"

"With a last name like Johnson, I took my shot."

"What if the actual Mr. Johnson shows up?"

She shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

I gaped at her. "Lisa!"

"Alright, so," she said, turning in the booth to face me. I was tucked into the far back corner of it, a perfect view of the stage. "First thing's first. Kai's going to come out and play his opening song, and then you're going to go up there and drop a twenty in his tip jar."

"A twenty?!"

"Money talks, sweetheart," she said. "It'll get his attention. And in a dark bar like this, you need to grab him somehow. Most of the other girls will try to do it with their eyes, sucking on the cherries in their drinks while they wait for his gaze to land on them. We're taking a more direct tactic."

I snorted. "Okay. And then?"

Lisa leaned back, crossing an ankle over the opposite knee before taking a long pull of her whiskey. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Is that the phrase of the evening?" I asked flatly.

Before I could lure more information out of her, Kai took the stage. And unlike the coffee bar at NBU where he would have had a round of applause from all the groupies that followed him around campus, he received only a courtesy glance up from where customers were conversing here. Most of them went right back to talking, not bothering to listen to his intro — though there were a few tables of girls right up by the stage who leaned in eagerly.

One of them popped a cherry in her mouth, her lush lips rolling over the swell of it until she plucked it free from the stem.

Lisa gave me a look, and I shoved her under the table.

"Good evening. I'm Kai, and I'm going to play a little music for you tonight." He smiled, running a hand back through his hair as he settled on the barstool and propped one boot underneath him on the lower rung of it. I'd seen him do it a hundred times before, and yet I still found myself sighing, smiling, and leaning my chin into my hand as I dreamily watched him pull his guitar strap overhead.

Lisa's brows bent together, gaze drifting from me to Kai and back again before she shook her head.

"If there's anything you'd like to hear, I'm taking requests. But for now, let's start with a little Harry Styles."

Butterflies flitted in my stomach as the first chords of "Cherry" smoothed over the crowd, and I found myself singing along, feet bopping under the table. I traced the stubble on Kai's chin, wandered over the silver of his lip piercing, and fell into his trance as he crooned the sad, somehow seductive song.

A flash of a scene from Thoughtless hit me out of nowhere, and my heart jumped with the memory, with the fantasy all of this could potentially unlock.

When the song was nearly over, Lisa covertly slid a twenty-dollar bill flat on the table toward me, and I swallowed, staring at it like it was a bomb, instead.

"Come on. Lesson number one — make him notice you."

She all but shoved me out of the booth then, and I caught my balance just as Kai finished playing. Again, where I was used to a full-on cheer after he ended a song on campus, here there were just a few tables that clapped before it was silent again, save for conversation that went on regardless of him playing.

I held my chin up, moving with as much feminine swagger as I could muster as I weaved in between the two tables separating our booth from the stage. Of course, my swagger was about as strong as my will to resist a good Hallmark movie, and so I tripped over a tablecloth and stumbled on my way up. I righted myself, though.

Just in time for him to look up.

My knees wobbled when Kai's eyes flared at the sight of me, faint recognition at first, and then pleasant surprise as I dropped the twenty into his tip jar.

"Thank you," he said into the mic, and I watched curiosity dance in his eyes before he added, "Any request?"

For a split second, panic zipped through me. We hadn't discussed what I was supposed to do if he asked if I had a request! But somehow, I held it together, and surprised even myself as I offered a slight shrug of one shoulder and said, "Play one of your favorites."

Kai's eyebrows rose a little higher at that, an appreciative smile on his lips as I turned and walked slowly, so slowly, back to the booth.

I managed to get there without tripping this time.

Kai was still watching me when I sat down, something… new in his eyes. He started strumming out the first notes of his next song, and he was still watching me.

It felt like someone had cranked the heat up the longer he watched me, and I realized in that moment why it felt so intense.

Because he didn't just look at me and then look away. He didn't wink at me as his gaze swept over the rest of the crowd.

He noticed me.

I was still high on that thought when I felt a touch that stole my breath.

Under the table, a warm palm splayed the length of my thigh so fast I sucked in a sharp inhale at the contact. I jerked my head toward Lisa, who met me with low, lazy eyes and a cocky curl of her lips that lit me on fire almost as much as her hand slipping a few more inches up did.

"Lisa," I whispered, though I'd intended on it being a scold. It was more breathy and questioning than anything else.

She descended on me, one arm behind me along the back of the booth, and the other still on my thigh as she did. I instinctively backed away until her hand left my leg and reached up to cup my face and hold me still.

One touch.

One small, simple touch, but I burned beneath it.

My lips parted, Lisa pressing in on me, her scent like teakwood and spice as she ran the pad of her thumb along my jaw. Her thumb trailed up then, smoothing over my lower lip and dragging down the center of it. I tasted her, salt and whiskey, and then my lip popped free and she tilted my chin just like she had in the cafeteria.

"Good Kitten," she purred, and then her lips were on me.

Not on my lips, but on my chin, along my jaw, crawling slowly down the length of my neck as my eyes rolled back and I arched to give her better access. Her lips were warm and soft, delicately pressing against my skin as her hand slowly slid down the length of my ribs and under the table once more. She rested that palm possessively on my knee, fingertips wrapping full around it and tickling the inside of my thigh.

I was intoxicated by the heady rush until she pulled back, and when I lifted my head, our noses met in the middle. My eyelids were heavy, breath shallow and slow.

For a moment, Lisa seemed to forget what she was doing, her eyes flicking between mine as her grip on my knee tightened. But then she swallowed, leaning her forehead against mine.

"Look at him," she whispered against my lips, and then she kissed a gentle trail along my jaw until she could nip at my earlobe with her teeth.

It was embarrassing, the little mewl that ripped from me when she did, my eyes closing automatically as I gasped and leaned into the touch. But I peeled them open in the next instant, and just like Lisa said, I dragged my gaze toward the stage.

And found Kai staring right back at me.

He was singing a song, one I didn't know or couldn't identify with Lisa still nibbling on my earlobe and neck as her fingertips drew circles on my knee. My heart raced like a leopard, sleek leaps and bounds across the jungle of my relinquishing inhibition as I succumbed to how it felt to have someone touch me like that.

And have a different man watching.

There was something dark in Kai's eyes as he did, his brows bent so fiercely the line between them formed a shadow. It was an effort to keep my eyes open and watching him in return with how hot my cheeks were, how my body trembled, how my nipples peaked and ached beneath my blouse.

"No matter what I do," Lisa whispered in the shell of my ear. "Keep your eyes on him."

The song ended and another began, and I learned that stamina was another of Lisa's attributes. She never tired of touching me, teasing me, kissing along every bit of exposed skin she could find. She even slid my blouse down off my shoulder, sucking and biting at the skin there while I watched her before she did a subtle nod for me to turn my gaze back to the stage.

I didn't know how long had passed before, suddenly, she stopped.

A gasp expelled from my chest when she did, and I lurched forward, toward the new, cold and empty space she left between us with the act.

"I'm going to go grab a drink," she said.

"What? We have a waitress. She'll be right—"

Lisa stood, giving me a look before she mouthed, trust me.

I frowned, not understanding, not really breathing properly after however many songs of having her hands and mouth on me like that. But she just turned and walked away just as Kai finished the last of his song, and I righted myself, fixing my glasses and hair and smoothing a hand over my blouse and skirt.

"I'm going to take a little break and then I'll be back to play for you beautiful people all night long. Don't forget to leave your requests," Kai said, and then he propped his guitar on the stand, running his hands back through his hair. He clicked a few buttons on the controller next to him, making a soft song fill the speakers.

The next breath, his eyes were on me.

I blanched as he hopped off the stage, smiling at a few girls at one of the tables close to him as he passed. One of them reached out to hook his arm. He laughed at something she said, and all I could make out was that he promised he'd be right back.

Then, he was headed straight for me.

"Oh God," I murmured, sitting up straighter and praying to whatever goddess was listening that I didn't look half as much of a hot mess as I felt. I didn't have time to check my appearance or fix a damn thing before he was standing right there in front of me, a shy smirk on his face and both hands in his pockets.

"Hi," he said.

I blinked. "Hi."

He watched me, his eyes floating over my blouse a brief moment before they lifted again. He threw a thumb over his shoulder. "Thanks again for that tip. It was very generous."

I smiled, somehow holding in the snort-laugh that threatened to bubble over. "Well, I love listening to you play."

"You come to the bar on campus, don't you?" He tucked his hand back in his pocket. "I've seen you there."

He has?

"You have?"

I wanted to smack myself for not keeping the incredulousness of that statement inside, but it only made his smile quirk up more.

"How could I miss you?"

My brows shot up at that, and for what I was sure wouldn't be the last time around this man, I was speechless.

"I don't remember seeing you with Lisa Manoban, though," he assessed carefully, coolly. "Is she your…"

It was endearing, how the words died on his lips, and he looked like he might be thinking better than to ask before I replied, "Girlfriend?"

Kai grinned down at the floor before meeting my gaze again. "God, that was a cheap line, wasn't it?"

A line?

Was he… hitting on me?

"Well, she's lucky," he said, and again I found my eyebrows hanging out somewhere near my hairline.

Kai looked like he wanted to say something else, but he just grabbed the back of his neck before pointing back toward the stage.

"Alright, well, I should probably get some water and make the rounds before this next set. But I'm really glad you came tonight…"

He paused, waiting for me to fill in the blank.

"Jennie."

"Jennie," he repeated, smiling around the syllables of my name. "See you around soon, I hope?"

He didn't wait for an answer before he gave me a knowing wink, turned on his heels, and made his way through the crowd, stopping at the table of girls he promised to visit. He was laughing with them again, but his eyes flicked to me, and he held my gaze until Lisa plopped down in the booth next to me with a fresh drink that she didn't really need, since most of her first one was still there.

For a long moment, I just sat there, stunned, staring at the sleek marble table as Lisa took a long sip of her drink and sat back, casually crossing ankle over knee and tossing her arm around the back of the booth as she waited for me to say something.

I slowly lifted my gaze to hers. "What the hell just happened?"

Lisa chuckled. "I told you."

"He walked right over to me. He said he recognized me from campus. He… I think he was flirting with me."

Lisa cocked a brow, lifting her whiskey toward me with a knowing smirk like she wasn't the least bit surprised.

I gaped at her, then at Kai — who was getting settled on stage again — before I shook my head and found a way to zip my lips together. I smacked a hand on the table, grabbing my mocktail and sucking half of it down in one gulp. I slammed it on the table with more force than I intended, turning to face Lisa head on.

"I need more lessons. Stat."

An amused laugh was my only reply.