invite him up. He said that he already knew you, so I hope it’s okay?”
Holly didn’t even know what to say. “So anyway,” Lexi continued. “This is Scott. I told you that I would bring him over for you tonight. You guys will totally have a good time.” She nudged him closer to Holly, gave her a wink, and said, “Have fun!” Lexi grabbed Jack by the arm and pulled him into the booming party. Jack looked at Holly, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled.
Holly was left standing there with Scott. “Um, hello Scott. Nice to meet you.” She was talking to him, but not paying much attention. Her focus was on Jack and the woman she thought was her friend. The one she threw this stupid party for. Jealousy, which was quickly becoming a commonplace emotion for her, welled up inside. She wanted to be the one on Jack’s arm, the one who would most likely end up in his bed tonight. Get a grip Holly. Rationally, she knew that Lexi wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just being her normal man-magnetic self. Lexi didn’t know how much she wanted him. Too bad her logical mind was always battling with the rest of her lately, which she was convinced was insane.
“Oh. My. God,” Amy screeched. “You have a thing for him!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Holly said. “And keep it down.”
“Oh, pffft. No one can hear me in this crowd. You couldn’t be more obvious with the way you are glaring over at them. If looks could kill, Lexi would be dead on the floor, and Jake – is it? – would be feeling you up in a corner somewhere.”
“It’s Jack, not Jake, and this is Lexi’s party and if she wants to be with him tonight, I say let her go for it. Besides, look at her – I don’t stand a chance”
“God, you are so hot for him! You are just as beautiful as her. You just don’t show it to the world. Lexi could pick up a man at his own wedding. If it wasn’t Jack tonight, it’d be someone else. He doesn’t mean anything to her. If you want him, you gotta take a chance.” Amy, now finished with her pep talk, went to join her boyfriend while Holly pondered that over.
Throughout the rest of the night, Holly couldn’t keep her eyes off of Jack. She met all of her guests, liked most of them, and engaged in plenty of gossip. All this, and she still was able to alternate between feelings of lust and jealously. She was quite the little multi-tasker.
She knew she was supposed to be “hitting it off” with Scott, but he just didn’t do a thing for her. He was attractive enough, in a college frat boy kind of way, and he seemed nice enough, but she wasn’t going to give up her alone time right now for just “enough”.
Now, Jack on the other hand, was definitely making her reconsider this whole taking a break from men thing she had thought she wanted. She watched him across the room while he talked to Bill (Bob? Brett?). His dark t-shirt fitted perfectly over his well-sculpted arms and flat stomach. His jeans were just tight enough to show off that perfect ass and muscled thighs. Does he spend his entire life in the gym? He made it really easy for her to imagine his hard body on top of her, pressing down, overwhelming her.
A light bulb clicked in her head and she realized that Amy was right - she needed to go for what she wanted. Finally, she worked up the moxie to go tell him exactly what that was. She turned around, ready to march right over to him, and ended up colliding straight into his chest. The impact knocked her drink out of her hand, causing it to spill down the front of her white shirt. An entire large vodka and soda (at least it was clear) clung to her; she looked liked she was lactating (for triplets).
“Oh shit, Holly. I’m sorry – are you okay?” Jack asked. She swore that his eyes lingered over her breasts for longer than an appropriate amount, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. There were certainly guys leering at her that she didn’t want to be. “I was just