What are you doing? Brett had asked himself that question a lot lately. He stared in regret at the message sent icon, wondering how much of his true feelings for Elena he'd just relayed in words. Feeling that, as they increased in their intensity, he'd evermore determined to dismiss and pretend didn't exist. Hiring Crystal had been to arouse jealousy, yes, but as an act of revenge rather than a means to draw her closer. However, his actions from the moment he'd walked through the doors had belied that purpose. His unfair treatment of Crystal, even though she was a pain in the proverbial ass, the approach and taunting of Elena at the table, and now the uncalled for text. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And it appeared from Crystal's mockery that …show more content…
Brett averted his eyes from Elena, missing the sight of Parker Grand removing his cell-phone and the pissed expression on his face. "I'm sorry, you're right, I did pay for the rest of the night, and you're absolutely exquisite, any man would give his right arm to." As he turned to face the blonde, ready to make amends, her long, lean legs captured his attention. The stilettos attached to them were planted on the floor, and Brett's stomach dropped. Despite what she'd said about staying for the show, was she planning to walk out, and where would that leave him? Dateless and propping up a bar on his lonesome, a pathetic loser? "Mind my drink," She beamed at Brett, tapping his shoulder on the way past, "And stop looking so …show more content…
At Elena's table. Who then leaned in to kiss her date on the lips. Were the drinks spiked, because this was getting weird? As Carmody vowed no more alcohol, it got even weirder. His heart jumped into his mouth when Elena appeared like an apparition before him. Brett's widening eyes met hers, then darted to Crystal and ping-ponged between the two, before eventually a realisation struck and he focused on the wall sign pointing to the woman's bathrooms. The direction that Elena had approached from and Crystal had headed in. After it coalesced, at least partly, that the two must have encountered each other, he collected his thoughts and raised a casual brow at Elena. He barely refrained from flinching when the cutting question penetrated his defences. Jealous? Of course not, Brett Carmody didn't become jealous, nor emotionally attached. Especially to women uninterested in him. "Elena." He flicked his eyes towards Grand. "I asked you to cease with the public performance, not ditch the client altogether, but since he seems otherwise happily occupied, I'll let that pass. And what could I possibly have to be jealous of?" The fact that he failed to address her first two questions could indicate she'd hit that last nail right on the head. "You? Parker over