Cross Me Off Your List by Nikki Godwin Read Free Book Online Page A

have
about five seconds to get his attention before I’m dragged out of
here by security, so I pull myself up onto the railing.
    “Adam!” I shout, hoping he can hear me over
the club music. He spins around, a bit confused, so I yell his name
again and wave my arm like a flailing fangirl.
    His eyes light up, and he smiles like he’s
just run into an old friend. Definitely a good sign. He ducks down
and hugs me, the railing between us.
    “Marisol Cruz,” he says, shaking his head.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
    “Spring break,” I tell him.
    “Here? You’re more of a big city kind of
girl,” he says.
    I shrug as best as I can while hanging on to
the rail. “Los Angeles plans fell through,” I say. “This was my
only real option. Any way you think you could get my friends and me
into the VIP area?”
    “Done deal,” he says. “Go get them. I’ll meet
you over by the stairs.”
    He makes his way back to the ‘man with the
list’ while I hurry back to our suddenly crappy table. I’ll kill
two birds with this stone – make Benji’s night a little more
enjoyable and cross off item number four (get into a VIP section).
I seriously figured that one would happen in a restaurant, but this
works even better. I make a mental note to update the list when I
get back to the hotel because I haven’t even marked off item number
three – meet a celebrity. I have a list of celebs to choose from. I
wonder who Hilary has met.
    “I have awesome news,” I announce, looking at
Benji more than Noah. “I may sort of know the DJ who is taking over
the midnight hour, and he’s going to get us into the VIP
section.”
    Benji tackle hugs me when he gets out of the
booth and then tells Noah that he should keep me. I’m not
completely sure what that means, but as long as he sticks with me
this week, that’ll work for me. We head back over to the stairs,
where we get stamped with the VIP stamp and Benji smarts off to the
guy with the list.
    Adam plays it cool when I introduce him to
Noah, and I decide not to tell Noah the extent of how well I know
the DJ. Instead, I drag Noah back to the dance floor – on the VIP
level – and bask in the glory of my accomplishment. I can’t deny
that I’m proud of myself. I got us in here when Spaceships Around
Saturn couldn’t even do it. Can I count that toward something on
the list?
    “So, I have to ask,” Noah says, leaning
closer to me and making it hard not to basically wrap myself around
him in front of all these people. “Exactly who the hell are
you?”
    I crack up because I’m not even sure what he
means by that.
    “I’m serious,” he says, wrapping an arm
around my waist and pulling me to him. “You got us into the VIP
section. Are you locally famous?”
    “Maybe I’m locally infamous,” I say, just to
see his reaction.
    “Well, that would explain how you know the
DJ. He looks like he could have an infamous side to him,” Noah
says. He laughs immediately after, which lightens the mood.
    “I’m not even local,” I admit. “I live two
hours from here. My spring break plans weren’t supposed to be in
Crescent Cove, but things went down and plans changed. I used to
date Adam – nothing serious.”
    Noah pulls me against him, and with this
‘grind on me’ kind of music, that’s not the smartest idea because I
could easily take advantage of the moment. I’m not sure what that
would do to his reputation, and frankly, I don’t even care.
    “Serious enough to get us into the VIP
section,” he says, giving me this ‘uh-huh, I know better’ kind of
look. “But I don’t even care because he’s spinning records and
you’re with me.”
    Not the jealous type? Hell yes. Can I keep
this guy? I already have Benji’s vote, and that should count for
double points since Noah’s brother is clearly obsessed with him.
Plus, Noah doesn’t seem to have the strict rules that are placed on
Benji and apparently Chloe. I could totally ease into this
life.
    And I