“And he looked hot, too,” I sigh. “Typical. Every loser in the club wants to talk to me and the one guy that looks hot is a fucking idiot.”
“Don’t worry about him. Let’s get another drink,” she murmurs with a shake of her head.
* * *
For the next two hours I binge drink to dull out the menagerie of bad men surrounding me, and somewhere along the way we are starting to really have fun. The girls and I are misbehaving and dancing up a treat where our group is standing. We can’t even be bothered to make it to the dance floor. I feel young and alive, and at this moment, London is going off.
Alastar
I stand against the wall in the darkness and watch her dance with her friends, her back to me.
Hell.
Why does she have to be so damn hot?
This is unexpected.
Wearing a white knitted dress that hugs in all the right places, she’s something I can’t pry my eyes from. Her ass, oh, the things I could do to it. I get a vision of what she would look like naked and on top of me, and I feel myself harden. I’ve been in a semi-aroused state since I met her in that shop just two days ago.
Fuck. I drag my hand down my face in frustration.
“Tell me again, why you didn’t get the ring?” Thomas asks from his place next to me as he watches her.
I throw him a disgruntled look. Thomas is my brother, my best friend, and annoyingly, my conscience. He knew I had to get that ring yesterday. He also knows I failed my mission.
“You know why,” I mutter.
“I know exactly why you didn’t get it. You were too busy drooling.”
“Fuck off.” He raises his eyebrows in question.
I shake my head in disgust and blow out a breath. “I didn’t expect her to be such...”
“Such what?” he asks as the song changes and she starts to bounce around to the up tempo beat.
“Such a fucking smart ass.”
He smirks into his drink, both of our eyes glued on her when she really starts to dance. It’s that Megan Trainer song: You too.
If I was you
I would want to be me, too.
I watch her in the darkness. A smile crosses my face as her and her friends sing the words to each other like sixteen-year-olds as they bounce on the spot.
I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
She turns and notices me up against the wall watching her.
I stop breathing and a mischievous smile crosses her face. She waves with just the tips of her fingers as she dances and moves her hips seductively. She starts to point at me, and then herself as she mouths the words.
If I was you
I would want to me, too.
She holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers to show me her ring – The ring I was supposed to have in my possession right now.
I narrow my eyes and Thomas laughs out loud.
“You’re right, she is a fucking smart ass. I could like this girl.”
I glare at her and she blows me a kiss before she turns her back to me and continues her seductive dancing.
One of the dickheads she is standing with puts his arm around her and tries to dance with her and I feel my fury start to rise.
“Fuck. I… I need to go.” I stammer.
Thomas’s face drops and he frowns as he watches her and the guy. “Yeah, lets go man. We will go to Avery.”
I nod. Avery is another club that we frequent. I’m not staying here and watching this. I snap, “I’m going to the bathroom. Meet you out the front.”
“Okay, see you in ten,” Thomas replies.
Emerson
I have drunk way too much and with all this bouncing I need to go the ladies room.
“Where are the bathrooms?” I ask.
“It’s across the other side of the club, down a long corridor,” Philip slurs.
“Okay, thanks.”
His eyes linger on me a little longer than they should and I find myself speed walking away.
I saunter across the club and walk down the hall. It’s dark, lit only by the spotlights above me. I run head first into a man on his way out. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I exclaim as I fall back and wobble on my heels. Jeez, I need to stop drinking. I nearly fell over then.
Warm large hands stabilize me. “Hello,” The deep voice with the Irish accent purrs. My eyes shoot up. It’s him.
The air crackles between us. “Hello,” I whisper nervously.
He stands me back up and puts his hands into his pockets and looks down at me defiantly. “What are you doing here?” he asks.
He smells so good.
He is so tall that he towers over me. I didn’t notice it the other day in the shop, but his right eye is a little turned. He has large lips and a strong jaw line. This man is simply delicious.
“Umm.” I frown. What’s that supposed to mean? “Drinking,” I reply.
He lifts his chin as his eyes stare through me. “Who are you talking to?”
“Men,” I blurt out, my ability to come up with an intelligent reply when put on the spot never disappoints me. Men? For frig’s sake. Of course. You idiot. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment at my stupid comeback.
“Who are you talking to?” I hit back on autopilot. Oh no, why did I say that?
“That’s none of your business,” he replies.