Beautiful Disaster 01 by Jamie McGuire Read Free Book Online Page B

your thighs are squeezing the life out of me.” A smirk came with his next thought. “I couldn’t think of a better way to die, actually.”
    “There is something very wrong with you.”
    We had barely made it inside when America shuffled out of Shepley’s bedroom. “We were thinking about going out tonight. You guys in?”
    I looked at Travis and grinned. “We’re going to swing by the sushi place before we go to Red.”
    America’s smile spanned from one side of her face to the other. “Shep!” she cried, scampering into the bathroom. “We’re going out tonight!”
    I was the last one in the shower, so Shepley, America and Travis were impatiently standing by the door when I stepped out of the bathroom in a black dress and hot pink heels.
    America whistled. “Hot damn , Mama!”
I smiled in appreciation, and Travis held out his hand. “Nice legs.”
“Did I mention that it’s a magic razor?”
“I don’t think it’s the razor,” he smiled, pulling me out the door.
    We were far too loud and obnoxious in the sushi bar, and had already had a night’s worth to drink before we stepped foot in The Red Door. Shepley pulled into the parking lot, taking time to find a space.
    “Sometime tonight, Shep,” America muttered.
    “Hey. I have to find a wide space. I don’t want some drunken idiot dinging the paint.”
    Once we parked, Travis leaned the seat forward and helped me out. “I meant to ask you about your ID’s. They’re flawless. You didn’t get them around here.”
“Yeah, we’ve had them for awhile. It was necessary…in Wichita,” I said.
“Necessary?” Travis asked.
“It’s a good thing you have connections,” America said. She hiccupped and covered her mouth, giggling.
    “Dear God, woman,” Shepley said, holding America’s arm as she awkwardly stepped along the gravel. “I think you’re already done for the night.”
Travis made a face. “What are you talking about, Mare? What connections?”
“Abby has some old friends that—,”
“They’re fake ID’s, Trav,” I interrupted. “You have to know the right people if you want them done right, right?”
America purposefully looked away from Travis, and I waited.
“Right,” he said, extending his hand for mine.
I grabbed three of his fingers and smiled, knowing by his expression that he wasn’t satisfied with my answer.
“I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject.
“Shots!” America yelled.
Shepley rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.”
    Once inside, America immediately pulled me onto the dance floor. Her blonde hair was everywhere, and I laughed at the duck face she made when she moved to music. When the song was over, we joined the boys at the bar. An excessively voluptuous, platinum-blonde was already at Travis’ side, and America’s face screwed into revulsion.
    “It’s going to be like this all night, Mare. Just ignore them,” Shepley said, nodding to a small group of girls standing a few feet away. They eyed the blonde, waiting for their turn.
    “It looks like Vegas threw up on a flock of vultures,” America sneered.
    Travis lit a cigarette as he ordered two more beers, and the blonde bit her puffy, glossed lip and smiled. The bartender popped the tops open and slid the bottles to Travis. The blonde picked up one of the beers, but Travis pulled it from her hand.
    “Uh…not yours,” he said to her, handing it to me.
    My initial thought was to toss the bottle in the trash, but the woman looked so offended, I smiled and took a drink. She walked off in a huff, and I chuckled that Travis didn’t seem to notice.
    “Like I would buy a beer for some chick at a bar,” he said, shaking his head. I held up my beer, and he pulled up one side of his mouth into a half-smile. “You’re different.”
    I clinked my bottle against his. “To being the only girl a guy with no standards doesn’t want to sleep with.” I said, taking a swig.
    “Are you