Ginny brushed aside her roommate’s determined effort not to become friendly with her, despite the fact that Bliss didn’t mind borrowing something of hers when it suited her needs. “I’ll bring you a T-shirt. You can’t live in Kentucky and not have a Go Cat’s T-shirt.”
“I don’t have a problem with it, and neither should you.”
Ginny didn’t let the grumpy response get to her. She still didn’t think Bliss liked her, but she thought she’d gradually get there … in about ten or fifteen years.
Bliss looked up from her magazine. “Do you have to be in a good mood all the time? It’s depressing.”
“What’s not to be in a good mood about? I have the rest of the day off, won tickets to a basketball game that everyone in the state wants to go to, and I get a free hotel room with dinner included.”
“I can think of a few things that would put me in a better mood.”
“As I don’t have a handsome boyfriend like Drake, the basketball game will have to do for me.”
Bliss’s eyes grew curious. “Aren’t there any men in town that you’re interested in?”
“No,” she answered truthfully.
“Not even any of The Last Riders?”
Ginny shuddered in mock horror. “God, no.”
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.” Ginny laughed. “None of them are my type.”
“What is your type?”
“I don’t know, but when I find out, you’ll be the first to know.” Opening the door, she wheeled her suitcase through it. “Don’t forget to lock the door, and—”
“Bye.”
Ginny blew her a kiss, just to see Bliss’s reaction, before closing the door swiftly at the magazine that came flying her way.
“She’s definitely starting to like me.”
Tossing her suitcase in the trunk she got in the car and buckled her seatbelt. She turned the radio on before driving off with a grin. She waited until she was out of the city limits, then cranked the radio up even higher, lowering the window to let the breeze hit her. Pressing down on the pedal when the speed limit showed 60, Ginny was bouncing along to the music.
Pure freedom called to her, as if the good ole, reliable Ginny had given way to the reckless, carefree one that she kept to herself.
The drive to Lexington was always exhilarating. For those four hours, she could let that side of her run free and wild, that it was only ever in the confines of her car didn’t bother her.
Arriving in Lexington, she drove directly to her hotel. Giving a low whistle when she walked into the lobby, she gazed around, awestruck. Checking in, she took her key, then went to the elevator, hitting the eighth-floor button.
A good-looking guy got inside with her, pressing the tenth. “You’re not going to the game tonight?” he asked.
“You kidding? Those tickets cost a fortune.”
“A few of my friends are meeting up at the bar to watch the game; stop by and I’ll buy you a beer,” he invited.
“Sorry, been traveling all day and planning on getting a good night’s sleep.” Giving him a spent smile, when the door opened she wheeled her suitcase out of the elevator.
Looking down at her key, she went down the hall, coming to a stop three doors away from the stairwell. Sliding the electronic key into the door, she went inside, giving another appreciative whistle. She locked the door, reached into her front pocket to take out the door stopper, then slid it under the door. Next, she closed the curtains before going to the desk to drag the chair across the floor, bracing the back under the doorknob.
Turning the dim nightlight on beside the bed, she turned the covers down, messing the bed up. Putting her hands on her hips, she glanced around the room, satisfied.
She wheeled her suitcase to the connecting door, opened it, and went into the empty room, locking the door.
She looked at the television facing the two beds. “Who’s winning?” she asked the two men who were each sitting on the beds.
“It’s tied,” Hammer told her, reaching for a handful of popcorn from the bag sitting on his lap.
“How was the drive?” Jonas asked, eating from his own bag.
“Fine.” Walking to the other connecting door, she reached out and opened it. “Don’t forget to put the safety lock on the door before you go to sleep,” she reminded them. “Night, guys.”
“Night.”
Ginny was greeted to the sounds of squeals as five women jumped from the bed to take turns hugging her.
“I brought my scissors. Your hair is a mess.”
“My hair is fine, Sex Piston. I’m trying to let it grow out.” Seeing her disappointment, Ginny caved. “You can trim the ends.”
“Girl, when you going to stuff your bra the way I told you to? Those puppies on you aren’t going to get you laid.” Ginny smacked Crazy Bitch’s hands away from her breasts.