Chapter 12
The crowd at The Westmore tonight sure knows how to have a good time, and I don’t know what it is about being two sheets to the wind, but something about those Bushwackers Nancy has been serving has really got me to let loose.
Who knew there was that much alcohol in something that looks like a chocolate milkshake.
I miss riding bulls, I miss adrenaline pumping through my veins and taking risks.
I’m sick of the nine to five daily grind and faking a smile that feels a little hollow these days.
Brooks & Dunn’s Boot Scootin’ Boogie begins to play and I tap my foot along, watching as people flood the dance floor.
Each step they make forms a rather simple dance, and even though I don’t know two shits about line dancing I’ve seen it enough to know some footwork that goes along with it.
Downing my drink as quickly as I can while avoiding a brain freeze, I walk toward the crowd and jump in.
Oddly, I find my footing rather fast, though I expect the longer I’m here, the more likely I am to find my ass.
I spin on my heels, kicking my boot up like everyone else who is rallied beside me, then go to make my turn and slam right into someone who hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Oh, sorry Miss—” I begin to spew out an apology, it’s second nature for me, only to be met with daggers.
“Well, look who it is. From knight in shining armor, to disco dipshit.” There’s not an ounce of softness in her voice. I wouldn’t have had to see her face to know I’m met with the angel of darkness herself—Kaylee. The steam practically blows from her ears, a cloud of anger always in her midst.
Despite her angry little scowl, she looks hot as fuck.
Once again she wears a black top covered in gems, but this one is tight and somehow even more revealing than the last. Paired with it is a tiny little skirt with a pair of cowboy boots to match.
I can’t help but think with the wrong head as my eyes trace her body.
She really knows how to get a man going.
“Oh, pardon me, Angel.” She frowns as I tilt the brim of my hat down to greet her. “Ya really know how to make a man feel…wanted.”
A smile replaces her scowl for a short time. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol causing me to see things or if it actually happened, but since I’ve never had anyone dislike me so strongly, I take it as a win and smile back.
I hum a little to the music as I look her up and down, probably a bit more obvious than she’d like. It’s not my fault I find her attractive. Who wouldn’t? “Nice to see ya made it. I guess ya just couldn’t stay away now, could ya?”
The dirty look returns to her eyes. “Away from a night out on the town to celebrate? No. Away from you? Gladly.”
“Oh, is it your birthday?” For whatever reason, I find myself genuinely interested in the answer.
She rolls her eyes. “No, it’s not my birthday. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Man she’s fiery, but I can take it. I like a good challenge anyways. Something tells me her attitude is a front—armor she wears so people can’t get close. “Well, it just so happens we’re out celebratin’ too.”
Scrunching her eyebrows together, curiosity resides on her face. “Is that so? What is it this time? Didn’t get a random girl pregnant? No sexually transmitted diseases this month? Or wait, is it your birthday?” Her voice raises an octave as she circles back around to what I said like it’s a joke.
Her flame is undeniable. She bites before she can be bitten, and I find it equal parts irritating and attractive.
“Wouldn’t ya like to know.” I make sure to lay on the arrogance with every word, ending with a smirk I know will set her off.
“Not sure why the constant shit-eating grin, Casanova, but I’m going to happily leave you here while I go save my friend from yours. I can’t imagine anyone who takes company with the likes of you is worth her time anyways.”
Well that didn’t go as planned.
My smile disappears. I’m not one to dislike people, but this girl seems like she doesn’t like anyone at all.
Somehow, that makes her all the more intriguing.
Makes me want to get under her skin just to see her sweat.
Partly because it’s fun as hell to rile her up, but also because a part of me, the stubborn, competitive part of me, wants to be the one who finally cracks through those icy walls of hers.
I follow her lead, noting to myself that even a bad attitude can’t mask a great ass.