Wardrobe Malfunction(36)

“Starbucks.”

“Then, yes.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and I laugh.

“Can you grab me a sandwich as well?”

It’s way past lunchtime, and I haven’t eaten anything. I reach for my bag, but she waves me off.

“It’s on me. What do you want?”

“Anything with turkey in it and a caramel latte.”

“Turkey. Caramel. Got it. I’ll be ten.” She waves and disappears out the door.

My phone chimes, so I grab it out of my bag, expecting it to be Nick. We’ve been texting all morning about you-know-who.

When I check the screen, Vaughn’s name is lighting it up.

Butterflies swoop in my stomach, and I feel like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.

I guess I am, except I’m no schoolgirl.

I swipe the screen, opening the message.

Vaughn: I was serious about tonight. I need to see you.

Need. And the butterflies go mental. Then, they drop at the remembrance that I can’t see him tonight.

Me: I can’t do tonight. Ava has corralled me into going for drinks with her and Logan. I think she’s feeling a little down. I couldn’t say no. Sorry. I’ll make it up to you.

I press Send and set my cell on the table, waiting for his reply.

It comes immediately. I pick my phone back up.

Vaughn: Unacceptable, Pins. My cock desperately needs your attention.

I laugh out loud.

Me: I’m sure your cock can manage one night without me, West.

Vaughn: Nope. I don’t think you realize the seriousness of this situation. I’ve had a boner all morning. I can’t stop thinking about those fucking boots you’re wearing and how good they’ll feel wrapped around my waist.

I look down at my boots. I didn’t even know they had an effect on him. Then, I smile, thinking that I’ll have to wear these boots more often.

Me: Tomorrow night? I’ll wear the boots and nothing else.

Vaughn: You’re killing me here. I’m gonna have to go jerk off in the bathroom.

Me: Aren’t you on set right now?

It’s a closed set today for some reason. I was told to take the clothes over and then leave. I don’t know what they’re filming, but they didn’t want many people there to watch.

My mind instantly goes to another sex scene, but they didn’t close the set for the one yesterday, and that was as explicit as I’ve ever seen, so it can’t be that. I’ll have to ask Vaughn when I see him. Tomorrow.

Sigh.

Vaughn: Yep. Just taking a break. In the bathroom. With my hand. Picturing you.

Me: Perv!

Vaughn: I don’t deny it. Then again, you could come here and give me a hand…

Me: Sounds like you’re doing just fine yourself.

Vaughn: I’m so hard, it hurts, baby.

Baby. What is it about a man calling you that, that makes you turn to jelly?

Me: I can get rid of your hard-on right now with a few words, if you want me to?

Vaughn: Not possible. But you can give it a try.

Me: I’m hemming a shirt. Using pins.

Vaughn: And it’s gone.

I laugh again and then send him a laughing emoji.

He pings back a text seconds later.

Vaughn: You’re fucking awesome. :)

Me: I know. :)

Vaughn: Babe…I have to go. I’m needed back on set.

A second later, I get another text from him.

Vaughn: Where are you going tonight anyway?

Me: Some new bar on Sunset Boulevard.

I don’t hear back from him again, and I’m guessing he turned off his phone to go back on set.

Ava turns back up a few minutes later with my sandwich and coffee. We sit and eat and talk about the night ahead of us. All the time, Vaughn is ever present in my thoughts.





Charly

The music is pumping out, and I’m having a great night. Originally, I was disappointed about not getting to spend it with Vaughn—I might be a little bit addicted already—but it’s so good to come and let loose. Ava is, as always, so much fun, and Logan is really great.

We’ve snagged a table near the dance floor, and we’re drinking, talking, and people-watching. I’m having a great time. I’m also on my third drink of the night, and we’ve only been here for an hour, which is some quick drinking for me. I’m drinking a cocktail that looks as pretty as it tastes.

Calvin Harris and Rihanna’s “This Is What You Came For” starts to play. I love this song.

“Dance?” I say to them.

“Hell yeah!” Ava says.

“I’m not a dancer. I’ll watch the drinks,” Logan replies.

“You’re sure?” I check.

“Go dance, and have fun.”

I jump down from my stool and grab Ava’s hand. I lead her onto the dance floor and into the crowd. We start dancing.

It’s hot and crowded but amazing. I’m having so much fun.

The song eventually ends, and another comes on that’s not so good, so we head back to our table. Logan’s on his phone.

“Sexting?” Ava nudges him with her elbow.

“I wish. No, I’m checking Twitter to see what’s happening here.”

“Um, can’t you just look around,” I quip, “and see what’s happening?”