I take a deep breath trying to calm down my raging hormones and let my brain regain control.
“Not a chance.” I stand up and walk over to the bar desperately needing a shot, what I really need is some sexual gratification, but a shot will do for now.
I look over to see Brian and give him a quick smile. He moves closer to me. “I really am sorry about what we did. It was immature. Try not to be pissed off at Jake though. We took advantage of the fact that he has had the worst luck with girls.”
“He has bad luck with women? If that’s true then I’m a damn unicorn.” That boy is so sexy I bet all he has to do is wink and a girl will strip immediately. I throw my shot back once the bartender puts it down, immediately signaling for another one.
“Seriously, I mean the guy has been out with some crazies. Anyway I just wanted to say I’m sorry. See you later.” He walks away as I digest what he said. Maybe he isn’t such a bad guy, either way it doesn’t matter. This shop is closed for business.
I glance back to the table and see that he left, thank you, Lord. I take my new shot and leave cash on the bar. When I turn, I’m boxed by none other than my personal flasher. Maybe that’s what I’ll call him, Flash. I move to go around him when he rests a hand on my hip.
“I’m gonna take you out.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. If I’m honest, it’s hot. I shake my head, and try to move once more but his heads dips close to me. “I’m gonna take you out.” His voice is deeper and more commanding.
I look up into his eyes trying to look as confident as I can. “Sorry, I’m not into guys.” I move quick taking him off guard and head toward the table. The way he speaks to me and the way his eyes seem to savor every inch of me has me feelings things I’ve never experienced before. Without even touching me he makes me feel sexy.
Hopefully, he’s done for the night because I don’t know how much more willpower I have left.
Chapter Three
Nina
“I am going to kill you, T!” I slam back into my chair and give her a dirty look.
“Bitch, please you looked like a damn cat in heat once you saw him. You cannot tell me that you don’t want that man. And, girl, whether you want to hear it or not, you need some. I haven’t ever seen you with a guy, and we’ve been friends for four years. At some point, your shit is gonna stop working.” Little does she know, I’m a virgin. After losing Carly, I shut everyone out. Carly. I can’t think about her right now. I’m about to get up and hit the bar again when the waitress walks over with two shots, at least my best friend did one thing right tonight. She sets them down, and I immediately drink them one after another.
Tina is looking at me with her mouth open. “One of those was for me, slut.”
I give her the finger and get up needing to move, so I head to the dance floor. The bass is thumping, and it feels like my entire body is vibrating. My body is swaying to the music so fluidly; I’m letting everything go and surrendering all of my stressors. After a few minutes, I feel someone come up behind me. I don’t look back and decide to enjoy the feeling of contact before I tell them to beat it.
His body is hard, and his hands grip my hips making my legs wobbly. I move with him almost like we are one person our bodies molded to each other. I relax my head against his chest, that’s when I realize I’ve had enough. I can’t get comfortable. I need my space. I lift his hands off of me and step away, turning around to tell him thanks for the dance.
Jake is smiling back at me. I should be surprised, but I’m not. Of course, it would be him! I run my hand through my hair frustrated at my shit luck. He takes a few steps toward me, and I retreat the same way. I hit a hard surface realizing I’m now pressed against the wall. “I’m gonna say this one more time just to let you know how serious I am. I’m gonna take you out.” He leans down placing a kiss on my cheek before walking away. My skin burns from his contact and I want to go after him.
I need to get the fuck out of here. I have been just fine for six years. There is no way in hell I am going to let him walk into my life and screw it all up. I move toward the door, and when I get outside, I start to look for a cab.
“Leaving so soon?” I don’t even need to turn around. I know who it is.
“Will you just go away? What are you some damn stalker? If you haven’t gotten the message from me saying no, or telling you, I was gay let me make it clear. Fuck off.” My alcohol balls have officially dropped, and they are out in full force.
He laughs and it makes me want to dick kick him even more. “You’re cute when you’re feisty.”
Really? That’s it. I’m going to kill him. I charge at him like a damn bull but he catches my arms and holds them behind my back. I’m pressed against him and at his mercy. I try to free my arms but it’s useless.
“I know what you said, but your mouth and your body are saying two entirely different things. I felt you tremble when I whispered in your ear at the table. The submission of your body when we danced, and that content sigh you didn’t know you let escape when I kissed you. I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.” He releases my arms and walks back inside.
I stand there dumbstruck until Tina comes out. “Hey, holy shit, girl, you okay? You look like you’ve been hit by a damn truck.”
Nope not a truck, something much worse.
***
I walk into work completely hungover. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. His words kept replaying in my head. The way he held me to him. The way he felt as we moved together. I shake my head trying to clear the haze I’m in. My phone buzzes and I jump.
Tina: I’m going to start taking CrossFit classes in the mornings before work. You in?
Me: Hell yes! I need something to distract me.
“Hey, Nina!” Kelly, the receptionist, greets me. “I have something for you.”
I look at her in confusion as she reaches behind her and hands me a box. I take it, thanking her, and go into my room before opening it. It’s a red rectangular box with silver ribbon encircling it. The small white card attached to it piques my interest.
These are as sinful as the way you moved your body against me last night.
See you tonight, Sparky.
Sparky? What the fuck it that supposed to mean? And he sure as hell will not see me tonight. Flash may be the damn death of me. I open the box to reveal rows of chocolate strawberries. He may be a pain in my ass, but he has damn good taste.
I look up when a knock sounds at my door. “Nina, your first client is here.”
I nod and put the box away before heading out to the lobby. “Bobby?” I call his name, after I walk him back to my room, and go over what to do I leave the room. When I go back in, Bobby is lying face down as I instructed and I cringe as I take him in. His back is so hairy that I think Locks of Love would accept a donation from him. It’s like a damn afro covering his back. Just add another tick to this amazing day.
By the time five o’clock comes around I’m sprinting out of the door. I had the absolute worst luck with appointments today. After Bobby, I had a moaner, which is so uncomfortable and disgusting. Then there was the Boy Scout that when he turned over I swear you could have fit a family of four in the tent he was pitching. Then the grabber who kept trying to touch my hands as I massaged him, or grabbed my hips when I was rubbing his neck for “balance.” Luckily tomorrow is my day off and I have every intention of doing absolutely nothing. It’s probably good that I’m off since Tina wants me to do that class with her. I haven’t worked out in forever so it’s very possible I won’t be able to walk when it’s over.