Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(10)

Eric had dropped them off earlier and returned with some football player friends. Stacia was currently hitting on Marshall Matthews, the star quarterback for the LV State football team. Her dream in life was to marry an NFL quarterback. She had been going from one quarterback to the next in the hopes that she would snag her guy.

That was not Trihn’s objective, and the assortment of men that Eric had provided for a rebound weren’t exactly her type. She wasn’t even sure what her type was, but douchey hot college guys who liked to promise her the world and break her heart were not it.

“You are having fun and not thinking about that *,” Maya called from behind the bar. With raised eyebrows, she pushed a shot toward Trihn.

“I don’t want to get drunk,” Trihn said.

Maya shrugged. “You’re not paying. You’re not driving. Take the drink. It’ll heal the wound for a bit.”

“So, you’re really on board with Bri’s rebound plan?”

Trihn took the shot in her hand and stared down at the clear liquid. Maya pushed a lime and a salt shaker toward her. With a determined glare, Trihn licked between her thumb and index finger and shook salt onto the area. She raised the tequila to Maya in a cheers motion, licked the salt off her hand, and then tipped the glass back. The alcohol burned all the way down, and she quickly sucked on the lime to try to mitigate the painful aftereffect.

“Completely,” Maya said, pouring them each a shot. She raised her glass to Trihn, and they threw it back. “Go f*ck someone else, and you’ll feel much better.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Maya asked, as if it were a challenge. She looked around at Eric’s friends and then picked out a guy in the group. “Excuse me,” she said to him.

The guy turned around. Trihn was sure she had seen him before, but she couldn’t remember his name. He was one of the many football players who hung around their group of friends.

“Yes?” he asked, confused but appreciatively looking at Maya.

Everyone did. She was a bombshell.

“What’s your name?”

“Drayton, but my friends call me Dray.”

“Well, Dray, I get off at three thirty,” she said with a wink.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Maybe I can buy you a drink.”

“Maybe I’ll let you do more than that.” Then, Maya looked at Trihn and smirked. “See? Easy enough.”

Trihn shook her head. “You’re all insane.”

“Hey,” Bryna said, running into Trihn, with Stacia at her side. “We have a surprise for you.”

Stacia bounced up and down. “It’s a good one.”

“Oh no,” Trihn groaned. “I don’t want any of the football players.”

Stacia rolled her eyes. “We’re so generous, and you hate our gifts.”

“I think you’re having enough fun with Marshall all by yourself.”

“He is delicious, isn’t he?” Stacia asked. Her eyes roamed back over to his muscular six-foot-four build, and she smiled. “He’ll make Pace so jealous.”

“Oh, f*ck, Stacia,” Bryna groaned. “Just stop!”

Pace was Bryna’s stepbrother, and they had a horrible relationship. He had sabotaged her one too many times and seriously needed to grow up. It didn’t matter how hot he was—and he was pretty hot, not that she would ever tell Bryna that. She’d freak when anyone mentioned it. Also, he could play ball. Football wasn’t Trihn’s thing, but she knew he was better than Marshall. Unfortunately, Pace had to bide his time to get the starting position—just like he was biding his time until he got back into Stacia’s good graces. Trihn had a feeling the latter would be more difficult than the former.

“Anyway,” Stacia said with her bubbly personality, “we caught you a smoking hot guy. Don’t worry. He’s not a football player!”

“Lucky for me. That guarantees one of you hasn’t slept with him,” Trihn quipped.

Maya snorted and then went back to pouring drinks.

“Hilarious,” Bryna deadpanned.

“But she’s right,” Stacia said with a shrug.

“Just earn your nickname, Cheer Slut,” Trihn said with a half smile.

“It’s Damon,” Bryna said.

“No.”

“What? Why not?” Bryna asked.

“No way.”

“Look, he’s hot, and he’s into you. He’s perfect. Did I mention how hot he is?”

“He is hot,” Stacia agreed. “Perfect rebound material.”

“I’ve never seen him at Posse before, so I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

Bryna pointed upward. “He’s right there.”

“In the ceiling?”

“DJ booth!” Bryna said with a shake of her head.

“Oh my God, just imagine the hot sex inside the booth!” Stacia cried.

“I’m not having sex with him in the DJ booth.”

“But somewhere else?” Bryna asked with a wink.

Trihn sighed heavily. “I’m going to have to talk to him, aren’t I? There’s no way you’re going to leave me alone otherwise?”