“I’ll make it right.” She leaned forward and kissed the sweet spot on my neck.
I closed my eyes, finding it hard to think straight with her lips caressing my skin like that.
“It was just one night of weekend fun. This won’t become the norm, I swear.” She looked up at me with those vibrant eyes and smiled. “The main thing I wanted was for her to feel comfortable around me. I don’t want to kick things off like I did with Nicole. Trust me, I may have acted a little wild last night, but I was totally in control and this is not going to be an everyday thing.”
With gentle fingers, I brushed a long curl off Caity’s face and smiled at her. It was so unbelievably typical of my girl to pull an idiotic move like last night just to make someone feel comfortable. At least she was smart enough not to get drunk. I only hoped that Caity’s will to help Quella didn’t end up changing who she was.
Chapter 16
Caitlyn
My fingers felt sweaty as I gazed at Eric’s text message. Exactly three weeks ago, I had stood in his kitchen telling him that my night of fun with Quella was not going to be the norm. I’d bullshitted my way through a story about how I wanted to make Quella feel at home. My first instinct had been to hide our night of revelry, but on the drive over I’d been inspired and decided that letting Eric in on as much truth as I could, would make it easier to hide the big truth. It wasn’t.
Drawing in a breath, I replied to his invitation of a quiet night at the beach. It sounded like heaven, way better than where I was currently standing.
Would love to, but am out with Quella. Why don’t you come join us? We’re at Club Ultron.
My fingers jittered as I waited for his reply.
He’d hate this. He’d read my text and wonder what the hell I was doing. I was a fool to invite him, but I missed him. Quella was taking up a lot of my time and it was starting to show. The only time I ever really saw Eric was on our study dates in the library and Taco Tuesday, which was sacred and would remain so.
There’s no way Kaplan or Quella were stomping on that one.
Eric still hadn’t replied. I shoved the phone into my pocket with a scowl.
This sucked.
I wanted the beach, the moonlight, Eric covering me with his hot self, but instead I was out at a loud dance club, pretending to be a party diva so Little Miss WildChild could shake her tooshie and get plastered.
We’d done this every weekend since she arrived and every weekend I worked my ass off to get her to spill something, anything about her precious father. So far, I knew he was a ba-gillionaire, a coffee snob and owned two mansions - one in New Mexico and one in Palm Springs. Yeah, well, thanks to Kaplan I already knew that.
Quella let out a whoop and waved at me from the dance floor, indicating I should join her. I raised my hand and nodded, pointing to the bar and pretending to be waiting on some drinks. She gave me a thumbs-up before throwing her head back and shimmying closer to a young Latino man who seemed to be fully into her.
I glanced away, imagining my phone call with Kaplan tonight.
Oh yeah, hey, Kaplan. No, nothing new. The only stuff this girl likes talking about is fashion, dancing and hot guys. In fact tonight, she spent all of it gyrating on the dance floor with some dark and handsome man who looked like he’d stepped straight out of a Spanish soap opera. So, can I quit now please, because I’m really not enjoying this and I’m sick of my boyfriend asking me out on these amazing dates and having to decline because I’m babysitting a spoiled, rich kid!
And she’d reply with...
You’re not working hard enough, blondie. Stop messing around. Get her drunk, get her talking, make sure you’re beside her at all times. Have those girly heart-to-hearts and get her to open up.
That was all well and good, but how did you get the world’s most shallow person to open up?
Think about the girls.
The statement hit me like it did every day. It varied in pitch and volume, but it always had the same effect. Time was not on our side. I needed Quella to spill something, anything, that would get me a step closer to the truth.
I’d been reading her like crazy, flipping her mask on and off so I didn’t slip up when I saw something new. I was aware she adored her father in spite of the fact she wanted to break free of his protective reign. She felt guilty sometimes, but when she was drunk, her inhibitions ran into hiding. She’d spout off about not being a little girl anymore and how he couldn’t keep her locked up forever.
Last week, I’d had a little breakthrough when she’d confessed that her UCLA stint was only a one-year trial. If she didn’t behave herself he’d haul her back home, which was why she used her sweet-as-pie voice whenever she spoke on the phone. “Yes, Papá. I am being very well behaved.”
If only he knew the truth.
With a sigh, I reached up on my tiptoes and looked across the dance floor. Quella’s arms were now draped over the Latino man’s shoulders. He was holding her hips and they swayed together as if connected with super glue. I frowned. I knew she was a virgin; she’d told me that late one night, as well.
I tipped my head, thinking it was cool she was opening up, but wishing she’d say more.
The phone in my pocket vibrated against my butt. I yanked it out.
Okay. I’ll see you soon.
No kisses this time. I frowned. That probably meant Eric was annoyed with me. Heck, I was annoyed with myself! How could I pass up a romantic night at the beach with my man?
Because of the girls!
I closed my eyes, wishing I could tell him.
A new song started up, blasting through the speakers. Quella glanced over her partner’s shoulder and beckoned me to join them. I really didn’t want to. I yelled that I was waiting for Eric. She couldn’t hear me and gave up quickly as the guy spun her around. She giggled at the move, but a second later was facing away from me. I gazed at the back of her head, but quickly noticed that Mr. Soap Opera was watching me.
I smiled at him. His narrow lips rose with an easy smile, his dark eyes glinting with charm.
Narrowing my gaze, I ripped off his mask and saw it. His dry expression, the calculated look in his eye. He was checking me out and not in a flirty way. He wanted to make sure I was not going to harm the girl in his arms.
I waited until he turned away before letting my expression fold into a frown.
Who the hell was that guy?
He spun Quella in his arms with a laugh. I put his mask back in place to check I was right before whipping it off again to see that everything about him was robotic and emotionless. His eyes darted around the room, his gaze skirting me numerous times.
He seemed more interested in me, and the crowd around him, than he was with Quella.
I thought of the black phone hiding beneath my bed back on campus. Kaplan was going to want to know about this guy. With a sigh I pushed off the bar and headed into the claustrophobic fray. Telling her about some guy who looked suspicious wouldn’t be enough. Kaplan would want to know everything she could about the man pretending to flirt with Quella Mendez.
Chapter 17
Eric
When I first walked into Club Ultron, all I could see were flashing strobe lights, all I could smell was drunken sweat, and all I could think was, Why the hell would Caity pass up a skinny dip in the ocean for this?
I scanned the room, bustling my way through people to find my blue-eyed beauty. She was on the dance floor, shuffling to the beat, looking stiff and awkward. What was she doing? This so wasn’t my girl and it kind of worried me that she was trying so hard to fit in with Quella. I thought she’d gotten over that in high school. She used to be so caught up in pleasing everyone that she’d always gone with the crowd, but then her eye-sight changed and the girl who was hiding underneath started to shine through. It’d been impossible to resist her after that.
Turning sideways, I plunged my way through the crowd until I reached the dance floor. Quella was swaying to the beat, her hands raised as she bac
ked into some Spanish guy behind her. They moved together, looking as though they were lost in the music, although Quella’s limbs moved like overstretched elastic.
Was she drunk?
I placed my hand on Caity’s lower back. She spun in surprise and her expression washed with relief as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m so glad you came.”
Pulling her against me, I lifted her off the floor and gave her a quick kiss.
“You done dancing?” I yelled above the music.
“Definitely!” Her eyes rounded.
I chuckled, grabbing her hand and walking her off the floor. We found a couple of spare stools around a tiny table that looked out over the lowered dance floor.
The music was still blaring, making easy chatter impossible.
Caity scratched her arm, keeping an eye on her roommate.
“What’s going on?” I leaned towards her so I didn’t have to yell so loud.
She shrugged. “Just keeping an eye on Quella.”
“Why? Why are you doing this, Caity?”
Her head swiveled in my direction and I caught a brief glimpse of something.
She gave me a closed-mouth smile and touched my arm, leaning up to my ear. “I told you. I want to look out for her.”
“By falling into this lifestyle? It’s not you. I don’t get it.”
“She needs me to be her friend right now.”
“Aren’t you taking things a little too far?”
“Look, it’s not that bad. We’ve been having a little fun.” She pulled back from me and looked at the dance floor again, laughing at Quella’s lucid movements.
I frowned.
She saw my expression and sighed, nibbling her lower lip and looking at the round tabletop.
“I—” She swallowed. “It’s hard to explain.”
Her expression was pinched.
I hated that this was happening again. We had a communication breakdown at the beginning of last year, over the whole Connor taking drugs thing, and it nearly broke us up. I’d been a stubborn ass about it and could have lost her out of sheer pride and fear. I didn’t want that to happen again.
“I’m always here to listen, you know. You can tell me anything.”
Her blue gaze filled with agony for a minute, her lips parting. She hesitated for a beat, her tongue skimming her lower lip. “I want to, but...”
She glanced at the floor again, wincing and closing her eyes.
I waited, trying to be patient when all I felt like doing was dragging her out of this noise pit and demanding the truth.
“It’s a girl thing.” She turned back to me, blinking a couple of times before looking me straight in the eye. “Quella told me something in confidence and I swore I wouldn’t say a word, even though I really, really want to tell you. But she’s vulnerable and she needs me to look out for her.”
“Is everything okay? She’s not in any kind of danger, is she?”
“No.” Caity shook her head. “Nothing like that, just...some stuff about her family and her past and.... She’s just really trying to make each day count at the moment, and I want to help her do that.”
“As long as you’re not compromising who you are to make that happen.”
“I’m not, I just...this is something I have to do.” Her eyes begged me to accept this. “You didn’t see her face, Eric.” She looked to the ground, her expression sad. “They need me.”
“They?”
“She. I meant she.” Caity shook her head with a bashful smile. “I’m just trying to do the right thing.”
I could only guess what demons Quella was fighting. There were multiple scenarios, but there was one thing I knew for sure: my girlfriend was a sweetheart. She cared so much about people. She was a girl you could trust, and she wouldn’t spill Quella’s secret if she’d ask her not to.
And knowing her, she’d go to the ends of the earth to give Quella what she needed to be happy.
That was the part that concerned me.
I needed to keep a close eye on her and make sure the lines of communication stayed open this time around.
Caity gazed up at me, looking like a kid waiting for approval; her eyes were bright, still imploring me to accept what she was doing.
I gave her a tender smile.
“You’re a good soul,” I whispered.
She wouldn’t have been able to hear me, but her smile told me she’d read my lips. Her white teeth glowed as the black lights went on. She moved towards me, her slim body pressing against mine as our lips met. I held her close, loving every inch of her.
The urge to drag her out of the bar and down to the beach was intense. As we pulled away from the kiss, I checked out the dance floor again, wondering if I could pitch the idea to Caity. We’d be gone for no more than an hour; just a snapshot of fresh air, the feel of the sand beneath us, a quick make-out session with the ocean waves as our soundtrack. Quella probably wouldn’t even notice we were gone.
I was just opening my mouth to suggest it when I spotted Caitys’ roommate. Her head was leaned back against her dance partner, her eyes closed and skin pale.
I jerked out of Caity’s arms. “Hey, is she okay?”
Caity followed my pointing finger and gasped. “She looks like a ghost!”
We scrambled through the crowd to reach her.
“Quella!” Caity tapped her shoulder.
The girl lurched up as if coming out of a sleep. She spotted Caity in front of her and tried to smile, but then her body convulsed once and she threw up...all over my girlfriend.
I cringed in disgust, pulling Caity away from the spray. She stood still on the dance floor, her arms spread out as if holding an invisible beach ball. Vomit dripped off her arms and ran down her shirt. Her lips wobbled as if fighting barf of her own.
“Okay, time to go.”
I grabbed Quella’s arm and gently pulled her off the guy she was leaning against. He scowled at me as if to say, Who the hell are you? I ignored him, more concerned about getting Quella home to bed and Caity cleaned up.
Quella tripped as we neared the stairs, falling against me and letting out a bourbon-infused burp. I grimaced as the smell wafted up my nostrils. She stumbled again and I swept her into my arms, the need to get out overpowering my will to not touch her. Most of her puke landed on Caity, but a little still clung to her clothes.
This was so completely foul.
I turned to see Caity slopping out behind us. The Spanish guy was still giving me an evil glare.
Whatever.
To say I was pissed with Caity’s roommate was an understatement. If that guy thought I was trying to steal her away from him, he was insane. I had no idea who he was, but what kind of moron lets a girl get that drunk!
The idea that he may have had plans for her sent a shudder down my spine. Quella was walking a dangerous line hanging out in bars and getting drunk off her ass. I knew Caity was trying to compensate and make her feel better about whatever the hell was bugging her, but this was not the way to do it.
I’d have to talk to her about it tomorrow. Surely Caity would see reason.
Glancing over my shoulder, I waited for my smelly girlfriend to catch up with me.
Quella groaned and leaned her head against my shoulder.
“If you’re gonna puke again, let me know.”
She mumbled something in Spanish before going floppy. I hitched her into my arms, her sleeping weight becoming that much heavier with each step.
“You okay?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Fine,” Caity muttered.
“The keys are in my back right pocket.”
She dug into my jeans and pulled the keys free, racing ahead to unlock the doors. I laid Quella down in the backseat.
“Do you have a towel I can sit on or should I just walk back?”
I yanked a towel free from the trunk and threw it at Caity. She caught it with an apologetic smile. I waved my hand to indicate this was not her fault. She had eno
ugh to deal with tonight; she didn’t need me harping on at her.
I could tell the only thing Caity wanted to do right now was get Quella into bed, then go and sterilize herself in a boiling hot shower.
So much for the beach.
Chapter 18
Caitlyn
Eric carried Quella up to our room. I flung the door open and made room for Eric to shuffle past. He laid her on her bed while I whipped off my shirt and decided just to throw it straight in the trash. As if I’d be able to get the stench out with my washing skills.
I stood there in my bra, gazing down at my roommate. She was still pale, but her color had improved a little since she puked all over me. I sniffed and glanced down at my hair.
“Gross,” I muttered, flicking it over my shoulder and wanting to cry.
I’d never felt so filthy in my life.
“It’s on your jeans, too.” Eric pointed to my thigh.
I tipped my head. “If you’re trying to get me into bed, you should know that I’ve never felt more unsexy.”
He chuckled. “As much as I would like to take your fine form to bed and ravage you, I think you have more important things to deal with right now.”
His gaze was sweet as he stepped towards me and nipped my nose, running his finger between my breasts and down to my belly button.
“I’ll take you up on it tomorrow, though. You, me, a private cove.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I had to laugh. He was so cute when he did that.
I ran my hand over his shoulder and into his hair, wrapping my fingers into his long, straight locks.
“Thank you for being there tonight.”
“I’m always here for you.” His gentle look had a serious edge. “I know she needs to deal with some demons and I know you can’t tell me what they are, but I don’t know if this is the best way.”
Caity stepped back with a sigh, placing her hands on her hips. “I know, me either. I’ll try to talk to her tomorrow, once she’s sobered up.”
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