Dirty Beginning (Dirty 0.50)

When we first get to the crowded dance floor, Scarlett dances with me for all of five seconds before pushing me into Brent as she turns to Adam .

“Have fun!” she shouts .

I turn to Brent and easily dance with him to the music, although our moves are tame compared with Scarlett and Adam next to us .

The next song plays, and Brent moves closer to me. His hands find my hips and then quickly move to my ass. I awkwardly smile up at him. I’m not used to having a strange man’s hands all over me—not unless it’s for a modeling job, and even then, the shoots I have done with male models have been tame .

“You’re a good dancer,” Brent whispers into my ear when the song stops .

“Thanks,” I say. I cringe. I’m real original. Why can’t I come up with something to say to this man ?

“Shots?” a waitress says, bringing around a tray of test tubes filled with some sort of blue liquid .

Brent hands her some money and pulls two off before handing one to me .

“To tonight,” he says .

He clinks his test tube with mine before downing it. I do the same, not wanting to be rude. The liquid burns as it slinks down my throat .

What the hell was that ?

Brent takes my empty glass and hands it to the waitress. “Two more .”

My eyes grow wide, and I shake my head. “I don’t think I can do another .”

“Ah, come on, Kinsley. It’s fun .”

I disagree, but I take the test tube in my hand. I clink it with his before downing it. It burns just as bad the second time as it did the first. My eyes close, and I shake my head at the sensation. I hand the test tube back to the waitress before I go back to dancing with Brent .

This time, when we dance, his hands have no boundaries as they travel over my body. Our dancing gets sloppier as the alcohol spreads through our bodies .

A slow song starts. I watch as others leave the dance floor to take seats at the few empty tables around the dance floor. I think it’s

a good idea to take a break, too. I turn to move away from Brent, but he pulls me back .

“I want to kiss you,” he says a second before he plants his lips on mine .

His kiss isn’t soft or slow, like I would expect a first kiss to be. This kiss is urgent, warm, and wet. His tongue slips easily into my mouth as he tries to press me for more. I kiss him back, just with a little less passion than he is displaying .

The kiss is nice, but I don’t even know this man. I’ve never kissed a man I didn’t know before. I’ve hardly even kissed men before. And the few kisses I have had were nothing like this .

“Want to get out of here?” he asks when he releases my lips from his .

“Yes,” I reply automatically. I want to get out of this disgusting, noisy place. I want to go home. I want —

“Whoa,” Brent says as I take a step and trip over nothing. He catches me before I fall face-first onto the floor .

I grab my head that’s pounding from the loud music .

“I’ve got you,” he says, smiling. His blue eyes seem to twinkle at me as the disco lights bounce off them .

I smile. He looks good. I glance down his body again. His shirt fits tightly, giving me a peek at the hard body that lies underneath .

I want to see him naked , I think .

“I want to see you naked, too,” he says, winking at me .

Shit, did I just say that out loud? I have no idea, but I keep smiling brightly as Brent leads me out of the club and into the warm night air .