Gold (All that Glitters #2)(13)

“No way is he that tall and has a tiny dick, Bri. I refuse to believe it,” Stacia cried. “Why must you ruin my fun?”

“I can’t let you go and try to attach yourself to someone who does ’roids and won’t satisfy you. It’s for your own good.”

Stacia stuck her bottom lip out. “Are you sure I can’t peek to find out? Then, I could have all sorts of fun.”

Maya appeared with their drinks. Her sleek black hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she looked like an African goddess. She handed Bryna a replacement strawberry daiquiri and brought Stacia some super sweet fruity concoction that Maya labeled the Cheer Slut. Stacia approved. Trihn took a water from Maya and lounged back in her chair.

“Drink?” Maya offered Trihn.

“Next round,” she said. “Thanks though.”

“Now, who are you two going on about?” Maya asked.

“The blond with great biceps and washboard abs,” Stacia said.

“Keith? He’s a regular and a regular douche bag. He grabs everyone’s ass and f*cks everything that walks,” Maya filled them in.

Stacia sighed and glanced hopefully up at Maya. “But does he have a small dick?”

Bryna burst out laughing. Only Stacia. “Get your priorities straight.”

“They are!”

It felt good to cut loose and laugh with her friends. She had been tightly wound all week since the Oregon game. Even f*cking Andrew again, twice, and winning their game this past weekend hadn’t removed the stress from her shoulders. Today felt like a detox. Exactly what she needed.

Maya shook her head. “I’ll ask around for you, S.”

“Good, and thanks,” Stacia said with a broad smile.

“Anytime. You know I like to take care of my friends.”

“True,” Stacia agreed.

“Hey, have you figured out the mystery with the owner?” Bryna asked.

Maya had told them a couple of weeks ago that the owner of Posse was some incredibly secretive man. He had purchased the property and built the best club in town but never took any of the credit. No one had ever met him, not even employees. He was the Gatsby of his own Vegas party—always watching from high up, but never letting anyone get near him.

“No!” Maya cried. She leaned into her hip and flipped her black hair to one side. “A group of us are trying to figure it out. We think a couple of guys in upper management might know something. One of the girls thinks she can get it out of them by sleeping with one of them.”

Bryna laughed. “Sounds like Stacia’s kind of plan.”

Stacia shrugged. “I’d do it.”

“I know you would. But no luck yet. All we know is that he was some hotshot in Atlanta before moving here, and supposedly, he’s single.” Maya winked at the girls.

“Who do I need to sleep with?” Stacia perked up at the thought of meeting the millionaire mogul who had created her favorite club.

“And I thought you wanted an NFL quarterback,” Bryna said with an arched eyebrow.

Stacia sighed heavily in despair. “Blaine won’t even give me the time of day. He keeps calling me Stacy.”

“I told you!”

“Yeah, well, if he keeps this up, I’ll start honing in on the backup. He’s hot, and he will probably be the starter next year. I’ll have a leg up.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Maya said. She nudged her. “Isn’t the backup Marshall Matthews?”

“Yeah,” Stacia said surprised. “How do you know him?”

“I think I have a class with him.”

“Maya, you know everyone!” Stacia crooned.

“I’m a bartender. That’s my job. Speaking of my job,” she said, glancing around, “I should probably make a circuit and then come back. Don’t want the boss to get on me.”

“Force him to take you to the owner,” Bryna said.

Maya laughed and nodded. “Done.”

“You know they won’t say anything to you,” Trihn said, finally speaking up.

“You’ve been in the clouds a bit, Trihni,” Maya said with a smirk. “I wonder why that is?”

“What?” Bryna tugged off her Gucci sunglasses and gave Trihn a pointed look. “What are we missing?”

Trihn shrugged. “Nothing. I was just thinking. What were you talking about anyway?”

“Who is he?” Bryna asked. “No one thinks that long unless it’s about a guy.”

“Oh my God! Is he hot? Is he here?” Stacia’s eyes scanned the pool perimeter.

Maya grinned wide. “You haven’t told them yet?”

“Told us what?” Stacia bounced excitedly.

“Really, Maya?” Trihn asked, exasperated.

Maya cackled and then walked away with her hands raised as if she hadn’t done anything.

“It’s nothing,” Trihn insisted. “No big deal, which is why I haven’t mentioned it.”

“If it’s no big deal, then dish!” Bryna cried.

Trihn sighed. “Fine. You win.” She sat up in her seat and placed her untouched water on the side table. “I met a guy last week while you guys were out of town. His name is Neal. He’s a graphic design major in the art school. We actually have art history together.”