Blasphemous (Torn #3)(46)
That shut Trista and Amber up.
Interesting…
“I have…” I murmured, smiling.
Three sets of eyes rolled at my lameness before Trista cleared her throat, pressing her lips together before she spoke. “Well… I cupped his ass when he was drunk once during sophomore year.” She gave an awkward smile before adding, “And I also checked how big he was, too.”
I was biting my lip so hard to keep myself from laughing. I could imagine Trista being a creep because she was just too curious. Pervy Trista, Ha!
Lindsey was now waiting on Amber, who had turned pink in less than thirty seconds. “Amber?”
“I… um, well—I uh… back in freshmen year, I… I used to touch myself thinking about him.” When she saw Lindsey make a disgusted face she continued, “What? Carter’s hot—I mean, hell—have you seen that body?!”
We were all laughing until Lindsey’s phone broke us apart when it beeped and said “mail motha’ f*uka.”
“Okay, you go right on ahead with your stalker alert, while I go get ready to see Monster Boss. We’ll see you guys later at the party!” Trista blew us a kiss before dashing out of the kitchen.
“Stalker alert?” Am I missing something here?
“She gets messages once Dimitris comes up on the Internet. How do you think she found out about Paris?” Amber drained the rest of my now cold coffee before exiting the kitchen as well.
“Dimitris is dating again,” Lindsey whispered, making me glance at her, like it should be new news to me. “He’s been seeing this Claudine woman for a month straight. She was at that club you went to with all those hot racers. Tell me about her.”
Uh, why did she care about who Dimitris dated? WHY?
Obliging her curiosity, I relented to my friend, “Claudine’s very… ladylike? I don’t know, I mean I was around her for like a couple of hours, but I think that’s the right word to describe her. She’s very graceful with her movements—from sipping her champagne to the way she sits—it was all done with effortless grace.”
“Is she very pretty? How did Dimitris act around her? Were they flirty or distant when they talked to each other?” she dished out one question after the other.
Okay…
“Was she pretty? Yes, she’s stunning to look at. How was he around Claudine? Dimitris was very attentive as he usually is with everyone. Were they flirty or distant? Well…” I trailed off, studying Lindsey’s face as I recalled the heartbroken Greek friend of mine, feeling a little protective of him. “Why did you dump him like that, Linds? He was crazy about you. He was a great guy who tolerated your bitchiness without complaint. Yet, you still left him… and now your questions are boggling me since you’re in love with Brody and all.”
“Dimitris was just a distraction to forget Brody for the time being. Dimitris looked like the ultimate player—he was perfect for a summer fling— but after a week, things were changing so rapidly, I barely had a chance to think. Two weeks in, Em—two f*uking weeks—he confessed that he was in love with me. If that had happened here back home, I would’ve ran the other way, but being surrounded by all those romantic islands in Greece… and he was just so sexy and hot… not to mention, that I used to go gaga when he talked to me in Greek. So I lived in the moment and enjoyed what he offered, but that’s all it was; a summer in Greece with a hotter than hot Greek man, nothing more.”
Poor McHottie… no wonder he was so hurt! I’m glad he had Claudine to shower him with all the attention he needed.
I was lost in my recollection of the Greek islands—one in particular—when Lindsey interrupted it, “You haven’t answered my question yet.”
“What?” I blinked a few times before registering what she meant. Dimitris. Claudine. Right. “We were all in the same lounge/booth area, but those two kept to themselves in the other corner. For the entire time, Claudine’s hand rested on his thigh. I caught her stroking it once in awhile. Dimitris was basically attached to her ear, talking to her, but as the night progressed and heavy amounts of alcohol later, he was practically making out with her neck. Nothing disgusting or anything, more like seducing her, I think.”
“HUH,” was all she said.
“Do you have any more questions to ask before we get ready to leave and pamper ourselves?” I placed my empty plate and cup in the sink before spinning to face her. No response. “Alrighty. I’ll meet you in fifteen?” I double-checked with the distracted Lindsey.
“Fifteen.” She gave me a small smile, yet there was something sad in her eyes that she hid the second I gazed back to check if it was really there.
E
At exactly ten that night, Lindsey, Amber and I arrived at Carter’s themed party. This year, I chose the lethal sexbomb Selene from Underworld. Dressed in an ultra-tight, black leather suit, black, killer boots and a raven wig to complete the whole outfit.
We parted as I headed straight to the bar and was greeted with Austin Powers as my barman.
“Malibu pineapple stirred with ice, please.”
A loud admiring whistle startled me before I was handed my drink. “Well, if it isn’t the woman on my locker come to life, dressed to kill every man who looks at her.”
Jeremy from the Lacrosse team greeted me with a flirty smile, dressed as Lucien, the Knights of Cimmerian vampire, but no way in hell did he look as sexy as Bass did. “Hey, Jeremy.”