Gavin: Pure Passion (Hamptons Book 1) by Drucie Anne Taylor Page B
Authors: Drucie Anne Taylor
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take it from her. “With my red heels, it will be perfect.”
“It would really be perfect if you wore your hair down. That should get the guys lining up.” She smiles.
“Do you think so?”
“I’m totally certain.”
“OK.” I change at top speed, and free my hair from the barrette. It falls heavily over my shoulders, so I grab a brush from my dresser and give it a few strokes.
“How’s that?”
“Great. How about a little more makeup?”
I’m not wearing much makeup, because I don’t like to look like I’m trying too hard, so I shake my head. “I’m fine like this.”
“Sure, you look good anyway. I just thought a little more lipstick or lip gloss wouldn’t hurt,” she suggests. “Can I ask you something?” Thally says.
I nod. “Sure.”
“Have you got something going with Gavin? The guys have been trying to figure it out all evening. I hardly heard your friend singing, they were whispering so much.”
I laugh. “No. There’s nothing going on. He’s dancing with a colleague of mine in the show, and he practices at the dance school where I work. We met, got along well, and now he’s taking my salsa class. I invited him this evening because I like him, but he only seems to have eyes for Macey.”
“Actually, I thought he only had eyes for you, because he kept looking over at you, wishing you’d join us,” she says.
So that’s why I felt like I was being watched. “Then why didn’t he notice that you and I slipped out?” I grin at her impishly.
“Probably because he was too busy looking in the other direction so the guys wouldn’t notice,” Thally says with a laugh.
I like her! She’s so nice and direct, and I really appreciate that in a person. “Maybe we could play a little hide-and-seek with him. I assume Linden’s going to call and ask where you are.”
“Could be, but he hasn’t tried yet.”
“Is your cell phone set on silent?” I ask.
She digs through her bag. “Oh, fuck . . . Sorry. Yes, it is, but I’m turning it on now.” I hear a familiar ping as she flips the switch. I recognize the sound; I have exactly the same model. “Oh, he tried to call twice. I’ll text him to let him know where we are when we get to the Delano. I’ll let him sweat a bit since he ignored me.” She grins diabolically, and I burst out laughing.
“All right, let’s go. I called a taxi ten minutes ago, it should be here any—” The sound of the doorbell interrupts me. “It’s here.” I grab a jacket and slip into it. “Can you dance?”
“I can manage a few standards.”
“Great. The Delano always has theme nights. It’s tango and salsa tonight, because it’s Friday.”
“I can do the salsa. The basic steps, anyway. I’ll just skip the tango.”
I grab my handbag, and we leave the apartment in a great mood and head down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. We get in the taxi, and I give the driver the address of the cave. It’s not really a cave or an underground club, it’s just a nickname. The neon sign has been broken for years, and it’s still hanging there, but you can’t even read it. I just know it as the cave and can’t get used to calling it anything else.
Chapter 4
“Is it always so crowded here?” Thalia shouts over the music.
“Yeah, people want to dance, but it usually thins out a little after midnight. Then they go to other clubs,” I answer.
We stand at the bar while Jake and Rick are dancing with some other girls. Thalia and I want to have a drink before we start getting sociable. I’m holding a vod-bomb, vodka mixed with energy drink, but it’s not a particularly explosive mixture—the barkeep here knows me. It’s just a pinky’s width of vodka, and the rest is filled up with Red Bull and ice. Definitely not dangerous. I didn’t want to drink any alcohol tonight at all, but now I’m feeling kind of frustrated that the evening with Gavin didn’t work out as I’d imagined. Actually, I hadn’t even planned to spend a lot
“It would really be perfect if you wore your hair down. That should get the guys lining up.” She smiles.
“Do you think so?”
“I’m totally certain.”
“OK.” I change at top speed, and free my hair from the barrette. It falls heavily over my shoulders, so I grab a brush from my dresser and give it a few strokes.
“How’s that?”
“Great. How about a little more makeup?”
I’m not wearing much makeup, because I don’t like to look like I’m trying too hard, so I shake my head. “I’m fine like this.”
“Sure, you look good anyway. I just thought a little more lipstick or lip gloss wouldn’t hurt,” she suggests. “Can I ask you something?” Thally says.
I nod. “Sure.”
“Have you got something going with Gavin? The guys have been trying to figure it out all evening. I hardly heard your friend singing, they were whispering so much.”
I laugh. “No. There’s nothing going on. He’s dancing with a colleague of mine in the show, and he practices at the dance school where I work. We met, got along well, and now he’s taking my salsa class. I invited him this evening because I like him, but he only seems to have eyes for Macey.”
“Actually, I thought he only had eyes for you, because he kept looking over at you, wishing you’d join us,” she says.
So that’s why I felt like I was being watched. “Then why didn’t he notice that you and I slipped out?” I grin at her impishly.
“Probably because he was too busy looking in the other direction so the guys wouldn’t notice,” Thally says with a laugh.
I like her! She’s so nice and direct, and I really appreciate that in a person. “Maybe we could play a little hide-and-seek with him. I assume Linden’s going to call and ask where you are.”
“Could be, but he hasn’t tried yet.”
“Is your cell phone set on silent?” I ask.
She digs through her bag. “Oh, fuck . . . Sorry. Yes, it is, but I’m turning it on now.” I hear a familiar ping as she flips the switch. I recognize the sound; I have exactly the same model. “Oh, he tried to call twice. I’ll text him to let him know where we are when we get to the Delano. I’ll let him sweat a bit since he ignored me.” She grins diabolically, and I burst out laughing.
“All right, let’s go. I called a taxi ten minutes ago, it should be here any—” The sound of the doorbell interrupts me. “It’s here.” I grab a jacket and slip into it. “Can you dance?”
“I can manage a few standards.”
“Great. The Delano always has theme nights. It’s tango and salsa tonight, because it’s Friday.”
“I can do the salsa. The basic steps, anyway. I’ll just skip the tango.”
I grab my handbag, and we leave the apartment in a great mood and head down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. We get in the taxi, and I give the driver the address of the cave. It’s not really a cave or an underground club, it’s just a nickname. The neon sign has been broken for years, and it’s still hanging there, but you can’t even read it. I just know it as the cave and can’t get used to calling it anything else.
Chapter 4
“Is it always so crowded here?” Thalia shouts over the music.
“Yeah, people want to dance, but it usually thins out a little after midnight. Then they go to other clubs,” I answer.
We stand at the bar while Jake and Rick are dancing with some other girls. Thalia and I want to have a drink before we start getting sociable. I’m holding a vod-bomb, vodka mixed with energy drink, but it’s not a particularly explosive mixture—the barkeep here knows me. It’s just a pinky’s width of vodka, and the rest is filled up with Red Bull and ice. Definitely not dangerous. I didn’t want to drink any alcohol tonight at all, but now I’m feeling kind of frustrated that the evening with Gavin didn’t work out as I’d imagined. Actually, I hadn’t even planned to spend a lot
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