Absolutely Unforgivable(47)

When I turned my head away to avoid looking at Travis, Bree caught my attention. I thought she was giving Zander the once over which then made me turn my head to check him out. I looked down to the other end of the table where he was sitting without anyone special by his side so I stood up and took Bree by the hand and walked her down to Zander.

“Zander, this is my friend. I think you two should meet.”

He cocked his head back like Billy and greeted her. “Hey. I think we met before, at Billy’s house.”

“Yes. That was me! I’m Brianna but my friends call me Bree.”

“Hey Brianna.”

“No, silly, you can call me Bree too,” she said while playfully hitting his arm. I noticed he flexed when she did that. He liked her!

Feeling giddy with accomplishment, I went to take my seat near Billy when I noticed Brick, Patrick and Tiffany joining the mix. Everyone was here now; well except Trista who I had no doubt would be arriving any minute to give me more evil glares. Why was she such a bitch to me? What did I ever do to her?

“One, two, three, four ... yeah, this will work.” I turned towards Billy to see what he was talking about. It was female bodies he was counting. “Eight of my little flag girls tonight.”

Before I could respond though Trista came up behind me and stuck her head over my shoulder. “Nine. That would be nine.”

I jumped, surprised at her touch. Then turned around to see she was dressed up as well, like the rest of us. I was shocked. She was normally so conservative and always did her best to distinguish herself from the rest of us in the group. Tonight, however, she was one of us. But unlike the others, she somehow found a way to make her slutty American flag outfit look classy. She had a flag shirt on that came down just below her breasts and exposed all of her well-toned stomach. Man that girl must spend some serious time in the gym. Her skirt was solid white, short and frayed with fringe around the trim. Her boots were also white with matching fringe. I hated to admit it, but she looked hot.

Even Tiffany had joined us in our little dress up game, only she didn’t exactly wear what the rest of us had on. She had some skinny jeans tastefully dyed to look like an American flag with bright red heels and a white shirt that tied in the front, exposing only a small part of her stomach. It was cute and sexy but not over the top erotic, like the rest of us.

Trista put a shot glass in front of me. “Truce?”

I looked her up and down, thinking carefully about my next move. On one hand I could pick up the glass and throw my drink at her and tell her to kiss my butt, and that was an option I was seriously considering, but when Billy put his hand on top of mine and squeezed it tightly, I opted to agree to the truce. We drank to our new found friendship and then Billy leaned in to speak to me. He told me that tonight they would be playing two sets, one at around six and then again at midnight to close the show. In between, several other lesser-known local bands would take the stage.

“I want you and the girls up there with us tonight.” I looked around at all of us dressed in our matching outfits and I could totally get that. It would be pretty cool idea to have us up there with him. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight tonight,” he said with a grin on his face.

I leaned into him to whisper seductively in his ear, “If I agree, do you promise to behave yourself up there?” I ran my hand down his chest before pulling away and sitting back down in my chair all of the way.

He raised an eyebrow and said, “Do you really think I’m going to give you a choice about this?” I knew he was only teasing but still, the way he said it was so commanding and sexy. It sent a chill up my spine.

I sighed and begrudgingly agreed. I didn’t really want to be in the spotlight but I also wanted to make Billy happy and I also liked that at least Billy was trying to include me in his world. He made a real effort to bring me into the act. He wanted me to be up there with him, near him. That and I also completely understood why we should be up on the stage with him, even if I didn’t exactly like being the center of attention. Although they may call me their superstar, it wasn’t my dream to be in the spotlight. I would be perfectly happy to sit in the background.

We had about an hour before Billy and the boys had to go on stage and we threw back as many drinks as we could in that time. That was probably not the smartest thing I could have done. The more I drink, the more I seem to forget myself and lose my inhibitions.

When it was time we made our way on stage. Before they started playing, Trista had positioned all the girls, in our cute little red, white, and blue outfits across the stage in various positions. Me, however, Billy wanted front and center near him. At this point I had enough drinks in me that I didn’t care. I was feeling great and ready to have a good time.