Dirty Exes by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [Dyken, Rachel Van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503954373
Publisher: Skyscape
Published: 2018-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

BLAIRE

“This is so good,” I said between sips. “It’s not too oaky, like I thought it would be?”

Colin’s smile spread across his face. It was starting to become addictive. His voice had a slight rasp to it that gave me chills. It was deep. Thick.

I was such a moron.

I’d been having a seminormal conversation and then bam, I looked down, and for some reason I wondered about his nakedness and then once the thought had been planted . . .

I watered the damn seed.

At least things were back to normal.

If normal was sipping whiskey with Colin while the Hollywood elite shuffled around us.

“So, what’s this party for, anyway?” I asked, taking another sip.

“Oh, it’s my birthday.” Colin shrugged.

Whiskey spewed out of my mouth, all over the fancy bar he’d had built in the middle of his living room.

It was nicer than most restaurants.

And I had some very graphic daydreams of living inside it with a cot and a sign that asked for free refills.

I covered my mouth with my hands.

Colin handed me a napkin.

Then wiped up my whiskey-laced spit and offered me a confident smile. “Small sips.”

“Right,” I croaked. “How old are you?”

“Oh, now she wants to know . . .” He was so damn easy to talk to. I could almost forget I was there to work. Then again, Isla had been glued to Jessie all night, probably doing my job as bait since I’d disappeared. Wouldn’t surprise me at all if she put a bug in his pocket. He seemed eager to get rid of her.

Which just encouraged her all the more.

Every time he walked toward us, she’d drag him in the opposite direction.

She was good at making people feel important.

Bad at asking permission to do so.

“If I tell you, promise to keep all fluids on the inside?” Colin teased. His smile fell a bit, like he was about to disappoint me.

“Scout’s honor.” I held up my hand and even took a small sip to prove him wrong.

“Twenty-nine.”

I choked.

The whiskey moved past my teeth, lodging itself in my throat as it awkwardly burned down my trachea and set my stomach on fire.

“Ah, keep it in,” he laughed.

I nodded, my eyes watering.

“And she’s trying so hard.” Colin leaned in. “Almost done swallowing?”

I blushed at the double entendre, making him laugh that much harder.

“You’re a baby!” I croaked. “I kissed a baby!”

He rolled his eyes. “We all kiss babies, they’re cute, what’s not to like?” He motioned to the bartender. “Besides, you’re only what . . . two years younger than me?”

“Hah-hah, but at least you know never to guess older.”

“You’re not old,” he said in a serious voice. “And I heard the forties are the new thirties, so you’re safe for at least another ten years, making you thirty-five now.”

“What? You stalked me?”

“I may have asked Jessie,” he admitted shyly. “Can’t kill a guy for being curious about the prettiest girl in the room.”

“You mean the room filled with A-list actresses, that room?”

“Hate actresses,” he grumbled.

The woman next to us sent a seething glare our way.

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