Strings of the Heart (Runaway Train #3)(65)

I blinked at her several times. This was a side of Allison I was not used to. Immediately, the expression “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” flashed in my mind. “Um, okay,” I finally managed.

When we got out into the hallway, Gabe and Eli were waiting for us down by the elevators. The sight of Allison in her dress caused both of their eyes to bulge, but Eli stepped forward to draw Allison against him. “Damn, you look mighty fine tonight,” he said.

Allison gave him a girlish giggle. “Thank you. It’s one of Abby’s old dresses. I just made some alterations to it.”

Eli pulled away to grimace at Allison. “Ugh, you just totally killed all the naughty fantasies I had running through my head about you by telling me that dress was my sister’s!”

As Allison smacked Eli playfully on the arm, I rolled my eyes. At the rate it was going, it was going to be a long, f**king night, and Jake was going to seriously owe me. That was if I managed not to get arrested for throttling Eli.

After taking the elevator downstairs, we hopped into the limo waiting for us. Eli was a quick bastard. After he allowed Allison to get in first, he then slid in behind her. I was left to sit across from them, giving me a f**king eyeful of Allison’s legs. I wasn’t sure just how happening a nightlife Boise had, but I sure as hell hoped I could get a few good beers in me to numb my mind.

It wasn’t too long before the limo pulled up outside a club. Once we got out, we bypassed the others in line and headed straight inside. Not that there was a massive line like it was the old Studio 54 or something, but it was enough to show we were VIPs.

As we made our way through the crowd, multicolored strobe lights lit up the darkened dance floor. Couples, of different sexes and different arrays of dress, gyrated to the beat. “This place is amazing!” Allison called over the thumping bass of the music.

When Eli’s hand came to rest on the small of her back, I momentarily saw red. Quickly I tried getting a hold of my raging testosterone-fueled emotions before I went into full-on Hulk mode and ripped Eli’s arm from its socket. “Come on. We’ve got a table reserved in the VIP section,” Eli said.

I snorted. “You mean this place actually has a VIP section?”

Ignoring my comment, Allison tilted her head up at Eli. “Oh, so am I a VIP tonight since I’m hanging out with you?”

He flashed her a cocky grin that made me want to punch him. “Maybe.”

After we took the stairs to the second floor, the hostess motioned to our table. From our seats, we could see all the action on the dance floor, but at the same time, we were hidden from view. Considering how dark and foggy it was from the smoke machine, I hoped we wouldn’t be recognized.

“What can I get you all to drink?” a waitress in tight, black spandex shorts, and a halter top asked.

Rubbing his hands together, Eli said, “Mmm, I’m in the mood for shots tonight. Who else is in for a bottle of 1800 Silver?”

“Me,” Allison replied, which caused Eli to grin. He then glanced from her over to me.

“What about you, man?”

With my eyes fixed on Allison’s, I replied, “No thanks. Tequila really isn’t my thing.”

She sucked in a harsh breath as she took in my words. I knew it was a real f**king ass**le thing to say considering our history with tequila. But I had to keep pushing her away and get her to forget about me. Once Allison had recovered, she gave me a sickeningly sweet smile. “I’ll take Rhys’s shot then. I adore tequila.”

Eli chuckled. “Ooh, I like your way of thinking tonight.”

“So a bottle of 1800 and what else?” the waitress asked.

“A Bud on tap,” Gabe replied, while giving the waitress his best sexy grin.

“Bud in a bottle,” I replied.

The waitress bobbed her head. “Be right back.” As she walked away, she gave Gabe a lingering look over her shoulder to which he winked at her.

“Dude, out of all the chicks here, you’re macking on the waitress?” Eli questioned.

Gabe shrugged. “She’s hot.”

It was then that a drunken brunette, with cinched-up cle**age and her ass hanging out of her skirt, staggered up to our table. Her gaze honed straight on me. “Hey baby, wanna dance?”

Ordinarily, I might’ve been tempted, but there was no way in hell that I was going to hook-up with a chick tonight. I’d promised Jake to keep an eye on Allison, and it would be pretty hard to do if I was banging some chick in the bathroom. Besides, regardless of how I was trying to push Allison away, I refused to be a douchebag and dance with the chick to get at her. The tequila line had been shitty enough. “No thanks.”

Her glassy-eyed stare fixed on Gabe next. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

“What about the waitress?” Eli asked.

Gabe winked. “The night is still young.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting,” Allison said, wrinkling her nose.

I got up so Gabe could slide out of the booth. With one hand on the chick’s ass, Gabe led her off to the dance floor.

When I sat back down, Eli was eyeing me with a curious expression. “Why did you pass that one up, man? She looked like a sure thing.”

“Brunettes aren’t my type,” I lied.

Allison’s eyes bulged at my low dig. Cocking her head at me, she demanded, “And just what is your type?”