Lisa
After two weeks of traveling, Ten was back in town, and Chan had gotten a babysitter for the night, meaning only one thing.
We were going out.
And the place they'd chosen was one of the most popular clubs in Hollywood.
The same one where Jennie would be filming tonight.
I didn't like the idea of being in her space while the cameras were rolling, not being able to talk to her, not being able to put my fucking hands on her.
Watching her act as though she were single.
But I had no choice. We had a secret to maintain, and that was the path I'd chosen.
I wasn't surprised when the guys had picked a table in the corner of the bar, a spot that allowed us to see the whole VIP section, Jennie and her costars and their entire production crew in the center.
It was fucking excruciating to watch her from this far away, seeing how goddamn beautiful she looked in that red dress. I couldn't touch her upper thigh when the material rode high on her legs or squeeze that perfect fucking ass that I'd been thinking about nonstop since she'd let me fuck it.
I couldn't whisper in her ear, inhaling her scent, feeling the softness of her skin against my lips.
I could only observe.
With my hands to myself.
And I had to make sure I didn't flirt with her from all the way over here, so the producers didn't pick up on any signs. Raising their attention was the last goddamn thing I needed.
So, instead, I drank, the waitress topping off my glass with the bottle we'd ordered whenever she came over to check on us.
But that didn't stop my brothers from fucking ogling at her cast, giving me their thoughts on each member.
"That one," Chan said, nodding toward Nancy, "she's fire."
"And trouble," I warned.
"Oh, yes, I can attest to that," Ten said. "A bite that's not worth the bark."
Chan looked at us. "But her tits"—he shook his head—"they have to be at least triple Ds."
"There's no denying that," Ten agreed. "But trust me, man, stay far away."
I held the glass against my lips, tasting the sourness of the lime as it floated on top of the ice cubes. "Unless you want to be in my kind of hell, dodging the cameras, avoiding outings"—I knew my brothers felt the same as me about being in the public eye—"you should keep your distance."
Chan looked away from her. "You're right ... I'm good." He took a long drink. "But Jesus, fuck, she's hot."
"They all are," Ten responded.
"Nah." I glanced at the wild-haired beauty in the middle, the one all the girls flocked to—my fucking queen. "None of them even compare to Jennie."
"Our sister has finally found himself a girl after how many years?" Chan stopped to jokingly count on his fingers and added, "You know we're not going to comment on her."
"I'm steering clear from that as well," Ten agreed. "But I will say"—he punched my bicep—"you did well, Lisa. Really fucking well."
"I second that," Chan said.
Bobby was suddenly standing in front of our table, his hand pounding each of our fists before he sat. "What are you motherfuckers doing here tonight?"
We hadn't had a chance to speak today, so I hadn't realized he would be here, but I wasn't shocked at his presence. He tried to stop in wherever his clients were shooting.
