Chapter 17

• Alexis looked around the club. It was packed and the line outside went as far as two blocks down. Marjorie whispered had been in New York for only a few days and already knew all the cool new clubs. As if that wasn't shocking enough, she led them straight to the front of the line, where she spoke to a bouncer who after a few seconds, smiled and let them through. The people on the line groaned, complaining to the bouncer but Marj turned around, stuck her tongue out at them, then proceeded into the club.
• They followed her and Alexis didn't miss the way Ray paved the way for her pushing guys aside. He seriously acted like her bodyguard making her wonder why he did it. She also didn't know whether to like it or not. All through dinner she'd caught him watching her a few times and the look in his eyes unsettled her. Since she didn't want to dwell on it, she pretended not to notice. Her mother's prodding hadn't helped either. It's not like she had meant to fall asleep in his car. He could have woken her up when they got home but he had to go and carry her. The flowers Marj was talking about had appeared outside her door early the next day. They had a card that said Have a nice day beautiful and she believed Connor had sent them because they weren't signed. But Marjorie had taken one look at them and decided they'd come from Ray.
• She wanted to call Connor and ask him if he was the one who'd sent them, but realized that if it wasn't him then he'd be suspicious and she would have to explain why someone was sending her flowers. Asking Ray if they'd come from him was out of the question. She couldn't handle any more bombs from him, seeing as she was yet to recover from the one he'd dropped two days ago. How Alexis wanted to go back and change that day. Running only worked when she was in another state or country or even continent. As much as she wanted to ignore Ray, she couldn't. Not when he showed up at her house after his work out in shorts and a tank top that clung to his body from sweat, molding his muscles deliciously, every day. Marjorie hadn't passed up on a chance to point out how edible he looked. In fact, it was her fault that now Alexis couldn't stop looking.