Stand Close 2 (Stand Close New Adult Romance Series) by Sabrina Lacey Page A
Authors: Sabrina Lacey
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Rue looks to her friend for help, and gets no eye contact. I look over at Jack and realize what’s going on.
“Alright. Alright.” Alec storms in and angrily pulls them apart, the muscles of his arms tightening, sweat glistening on his chest in such a way that it’s hard not to look at.
“Alec, stop it!” Rue says, and jerks her arm out of his grip. He glares at her, spins on his heel and takes off. She stares after him like she’s going to follow him, but stops herself when she sees Jack’s face. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she’s upset. Smiling at him like everything is fine, she keeps dancing, saying, “This place is a blast.” Nervous laughter. “But I need another drink.”
She looks over to find Jenna and Sophia kissing again, my suspicions confirmed. I jerk my head toward the bar.
“We need to let it die down after Jack bought the round.” She looks over and realizes what I already know: it’s slammed with no signs of slowing until everyone’s got a fresh glass. Also what I know? That Jack brought that Aussie over here on purpose, and Rue played right into his hand. This round, he won. Hands down.
Chapter Eleven
Rue
T he few hours I passed out on the plane, weren’t nearly enough, then we checked in here at Aguas de Ibiza, the most gorgeous hotel I’ve ever been in. We ate breakfast around the pool, took a short nap, ate a quick meal, and then off to that club. Up until Alec left, it was so much fun, but the last couple hours have been brutal. Now I am exhausted. I face plant onto the bed. I didn’t even have the energy to ooh and ahh at the pretty room. I just made a beeline for the bed. Problem is, so did Jenna and that girl. They’re kissing and moaning next to me, and all I want to do is sleep.
“Jenna!!” I cry, voice muffled by the top of the cream-colored duvet cover. “Why didn’t we get separate rooms?! Or at least two beds? Fucking Jack.” Teaches me not to pay attention, but when we walked into hotel reception yesterday morning, I was too in awe that I was in Spain to think Jack wouldn’t give us a room with two beds. Who thinks of stuff like that until it’s too late? And aside from the Hyatt we booked in New York, I’ve never in my life reserved a room in a hotel.
She comes up for air, her voice low and sexy, as Sophia burrows under the covers. “Sorry, Rue.”
“Alec never came back. He hates me now.” Sophia mumbles something from down below. “What’d she say?”
“She said, Who’s Alec ? He doesn’t hate you. He likes you too much, seems like. Do you want to go... get another room?”
With effort I pick up my head. “What? Why me?”
Jenna’s eyelashes are heavy, her mouth open with pleasure. She barely manages to say, “What am I going to do, put it on my card? Oh God… Come on!”
I groan and climb off the bed. “You’re right. You’re right.” Ignoring my discarded heels, I take my blistered bare feet out into the hallway, trudging for the elevator.
It was just Sean and I on the dance floor after Jack left with some brunette he’d just met. Sean couldn’t be trusted with any questions of where Alec went, so I just danced and drank, and didn’t even notice he’d switched my vodka cranberry to just cranberry until the third one in when I told him they were so good, I couldn’t even taste the alcohol! He confessed. “I know you’re being protective, Sean, but cut it out!”
That’s when it was time to call it a night.
Now, waiting for the elevator, I glance down and discover a rip in the seam of my sexy little black dress, one of the many things I bought in New York. “Oh no!” I pull it up and look closer, wondering if it can be fixed, just as the elevator doors open. My head swings up and standing in front of me is Alec with a woman who could be Penelope Cruz’s younger sister draped on his arm.
As he and I recognize each other, his eyes flicker, but that’s about it. I’m stunned. Jaw slackened.
“Alright. Alright.” Alec storms in and angrily pulls them apart, the muscles of his arms tightening, sweat glistening on his chest in such a way that it’s hard not to look at.
“Alec, stop it!” Rue says, and jerks her arm out of his grip. He glares at her, spins on his heel and takes off. She stares after him like she’s going to follow him, but stops herself when she sees Jack’s face. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she’s upset. Smiling at him like everything is fine, she keeps dancing, saying, “This place is a blast.” Nervous laughter. “But I need another drink.”
She looks over to find Jenna and Sophia kissing again, my suspicions confirmed. I jerk my head toward the bar.
“We need to let it die down after Jack bought the round.” She looks over and realizes what I already know: it’s slammed with no signs of slowing until everyone’s got a fresh glass. Also what I know? That Jack brought that Aussie over here on purpose, and Rue played right into his hand. This round, he won. Hands down.
Chapter Eleven
Rue
T he few hours I passed out on the plane, weren’t nearly enough, then we checked in here at Aguas de Ibiza, the most gorgeous hotel I’ve ever been in. We ate breakfast around the pool, took a short nap, ate a quick meal, and then off to that club. Up until Alec left, it was so much fun, but the last couple hours have been brutal. Now I am exhausted. I face plant onto the bed. I didn’t even have the energy to ooh and ahh at the pretty room. I just made a beeline for the bed. Problem is, so did Jenna and that girl. They’re kissing and moaning next to me, and all I want to do is sleep.
“Jenna!!” I cry, voice muffled by the top of the cream-colored duvet cover. “Why didn’t we get separate rooms?! Or at least two beds? Fucking Jack.” Teaches me not to pay attention, but when we walked into hotel reception yesterday morning, I was too in awe that I was in Spain to think Jack wouldn’t give us a room with two beds. Who thinks of stuff like that until it’s too late? And aside from the Hyatt we booked in New York, I’ve never in my life reserved a room in a hotel.
She comes up for air, her voice low and sexy, as Sophia burrows under the covers. “Sorry, Rue.”
“Alec never came back. He hates me now.” Sophia mumbles something from down below. “What’d she say?”
“She said, Who’s Alec ? He doesn’t hate you. He likes you too much, seems like. Do you want to go... get another room?”
With effort I pick up my head. “What? Why me?”
Jenna’s eyelashes are heavy, her mouth open with pleasure. She barely manages to say, “What am I going to do, put it on my card? Oh God… Come on!”
I groan and climb off the bed. “You’re right. You’re right.” Ignoring my discarded heels, I take my blistered bare feet out into the hallway, trudging for the elevator.
It was just Sean and I on the dance floor after Jack left with some brunette he’d just met. Sean couldn’t be trusted with any questions of where Alec went, so I just danced and drank, and didn’t even notice he’d switched my vodka cranberry to just cranberry until the third one in when I told him they were so good, I couldn’t even taste the alcohol! He confessed. “I know you’re being protective, Sean, but cut it out!”
That’s when it was time to call it a night.
Now, waiting for the elevator, I glance down and discover a rip in the seam of my sexy little black dress, one of the many things I bought in New York. “Oh no!” I pull it up and look closer, wondering if it can be fixed, just as the elevator doors open. My head swings up and standing in front of me is Alec with a woman who could be Penelope Cruz’s younger sister draped on his arm.
As he and I recognize each other, his eyes flicker, but that’s about it. I’m stunned. Jaw slackened.
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