Wardrobe Malfunction(38)

And, anyway, Vaughn knows I’m here. If he wanted to see me, he would have come and gotten me.

It’s not like we’re dating. He just wants to fuck me.

God, he probably doesn’t even want me up here.

Not wanting to look like a stage five clinger, I turn, ready to tell Ava and Logan that we should go back downstairs, when I hear a voice that sends tingles running through me.

“Let them through.”

I spin back around, and I’m greeted by the sight of Vaughn. Then, immediately after, there’s the deafening sound of screaming behind me.

I smile at him. He doesn’t smile back. Just looks at me like he wants to devour me whole.

I have to stop myself from visibly shivering.

The security guy unclips the rope and lets the three of us through.

“Hi,” I say to Vaughn. “Thanks for letting us in.”

He finally smiles, but it’s a secret smile. One that says he’s seen me naked and he’s thinking about getting me naked again real soon.

My stomach starts flipping around like a fish out of water.

“Yeah, thanks, Vaughn,” Ava says, glancing around like she’s looking for someone.

“Thanks, man,” Logan says to him.

“No problem,” Vaughn says, eyes on me.

“Is that Gabriel Evans?” Ava asks in that weird voice again, making me stare at her.

“Yeah, it is. You want to meet him?”

“Really? He won’t mind?” she squeaks, her face brightening.

I laugh to myself. I’ve never seen her get all fangirl over a celebrity like this before. I think someone has herself a crush.

Vaughn starts walking toward Gabriel, and we follow behind.

It’s like stepping into a whole other world.

There are quite a few people up here, some cast members and some people I don’t recognize.

I find myself watching Vaughn’s ass as he walks. It looks good in the jeans he’s wearing.

I had my hands on that very ass last night while he pounded in and out of me.

Holy shivers.

His shirt is molded to his body, and I just want to rip it off. With my teeth.

Vaughn stops at a group of guys. One of them is Gabriel Evans, and I recognize the other as Julian Jacob. Both of them are actors. Gabriel does movies. Julian is in TV. He does this big show about this cop who dies and comes back to life to avenge his murder. Unsurprisingly, it’s called Dead Cop. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve heard it’s awesome.

The three of them are the golden boys of Hollywood. And it’s easy to see why. I know Gabriel is part Italian, and it shows in his dark looks and lean, muscular body. Julian is the all-American boy with blond hair and blue eyes. Both are tall.

And Vaughn is Vaughn.

He just shines the brightest. Something about him pulls your attention straight to him.

“Guys, this is Ava, Logan, and Pins.”

“Pins?” Gabriel chuckles.

I frown at Vaughn. “Charly. Nice to meet you, Gabriel.”

“Call me Gabe.”

I watch his eyes brush over Logan and Ava. Then, they stop on Ava, who’s looking like a deer in headlights right now.

“Seeing as though this jackass isn’t going to introduce me, I’m Julian.” He shoulders Vaughn.

“I know who you are.” I smile at him.

“Yeah, it’s good, really good, to meet you,” Logan says. “I love Dead Cop! Big fan! I have to ask, are you and Meredith ever going to get it on in the show?”

Julian winks and taps his nose.

“I knew it!” Logan cheers.

I think I need to watch this show if it has Logan that excited.

Vaughn introduces us to the rest of the group. A few are Gabriel’s friends, and others are what I like to call celeb hangers-on.

I somehow find myself standing next to Vaughn while Ava chats with Gabriel and Logan chews Julian’s ear off about his show.

“Thanks for coming over and letting us in. That security guy wasn’t budging.”

“I told him not to let any stalkers in, and you do look like a stalker.”

“Ha! Says the man who came to the bar he knew I was going to. The only new bar on Sunset.”

“Are you saying, I followed you here?” He gives me an affronted look.

Keeping my eyes on him, I tip my head to the side, a smile teasing my lips. “Well, didn’t you?”

His arms fold over his chest. “Technically, I didn’t follow you. But…yes, I did know that you might possibly be here.”

“Aha! I knew it! You little stalker!” I laugh, secretly feeling thrilled that he wanted to see me tonight.

“It was my cock,” Vaughn says. “He smelled your scent and followed you here. He’s a needy bastard like that.”

Laughter bursts from me.

He smiles, his eyes shining.

“You’re weird.” I laugh.

“It turns you on though. Admit it.”

I measure out an inch with my thumb and forefinger.

“I hope you’re not sizing up my cock there, Pins, ’cause I’m gonna be seriously offended if you are.”

“Stop it.” I laugh, playfully pushing my hand to his chest, feeling giddy from the drinks.

He moves a little closer to me. “Are you drunk?”