BROKEN AND SCREWED(Broken_Part One)(66)

Another guy spoke up, “Yeah, if we don’t get a full eight hours of sleep Coach will kill us.”
“We wouldn’t want to trouble you guys. I’m sure you have all sorts of tramps to hang out with.”
“Angie.” I glared at her.
She shrugged. “Really.”
Camden had been frowning at her when he caught the glare Jesse sent her way. He stepped forward again. “That’s no problem. We have a reservation and everything. No waiting line. Some private dancing area all to yourselves. I know they tend to cater to the girls too, but if you don’t want to go there with us, that’s no problem.”
Angie’s smile turned frosty, the heat increasing in her eyes.
Justin coughed as he turned away from her. “Yeah, man. We’re all for it.”
“Justin,” she hissed again and tried to grab for him.
He evaded her reach easily. “I don’t suppose you guys are ready to go?”
Jesse had been silent next to me. He spoke up now, his gaze hard as he lingered on Camden first and then on Angie. “We’re ready.”
“Oh, great,” my best friend muttered. Everyone heard, but no one responded.
As we all got into the elevator, I was tense. Jesse’s teammates were in a good mood, as was Justin, but Eric and Angie were both glowering in silence. Then I glanced up and caught Jesse’s gaze. He winked at me. And suddenly, I wasn’t so tense anymore either.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

As we entered the club, a hostess met us at the door. She had perfect teeth, bleached blonde hair, and wore a skimpy uniform. Her eyes trailed over the group and lingered on Jesse, who stood next to me. He had a hand on the small of my back, but straightened as she headed straight for him. Her arm was extended. “Jesse Hunt! Welcome to Haze! It’s a pleasure to have you here.”
Then she trailed over the group again. Her eyes lingered on me, but her smile never slipped. “We were not aware you were with the Grant West group. We’ll make the accommodations immediately. Will your father be joining you?”
He straightened abruptly. The easy smile he’d had vanished. A hard look came over him. “He’s here?”
Her eyes widened a fraction. “He was in earlier, I believe.” She was rattled from the sudden intensity from him; hell, I was as well. Everyone was taken aback, but she still oozed a professional friendliness that verged on the line of being too friendly.
“Hunt, I didn’t know your dad was coming to our game.” Camden pushed through the crowd and slapped a hand on his shoulder.
The hostess’ eyes skipped over him, but snapped back to Jesse.
My eyes had narrowed as I watched the exchange and I saw the interest in her depths. I couldn’t blame her. Jesse was hot when he was laidback, but he was lethal when he was angry, which he certainly was now. His eyes were hard, jaw clenched, and his body had tensed. A dangerous aura came off him in waves.
And then Angie pushed forward. She gave the hostess a chilly smile. “Can we please go to whatever these guys booked? I have to pee and I don’t think you want me to take a piss on your floor. Or would you like to gawk at the famous movie director’s son some more?”
The guys snickered and Camden was taken aback. He rapidly glanced from Angie to Jesse, who had shifted closer to me again.
The hostess returned Angie’s chilly smile before she turned. “Follow me, gentlemen.”
Angie huffed, but no one paid her any attention. Justin curled his arm around her waist and drew her close again.
We were taken to a private box on the second floor, overlooking the dancing area. Camden threw his arm up and gestured around the table. “Can we get a round of shots, on me?”
The hostess glanced at Jesse, who murmured, “We’ll take the VIP treatment.”