“I have wanted to press your body against mine and taste you for such a long time, and now that I have, I don’t want to stop.”
His admission sends a shock through my body as I open my eyes and realize what he’s saying. How long?
My legs stop moving to the beat as I step out of his grasp and spin to face him. The shining light of the lasers illuminates the stranger’s face, making me gasp as my eyes grow wide.
“Easton?”
Melanie
A SLY SMILE SPREADS ACROSS HIS FACE.
“Hello Melanie.”
Shock and an ounce of panic build inside as I take steps away from him. He stands in place, careful not to cause a commotion. I spin around, grab Gia’s hand, and pull her hastily toward the bar.
She exclaims, “What gives Melanie?”
We stop at the bar counter and I twist her to face me. “Easton is here. We were dancing and I didn’t know it was him.”
Her brow arches. “And?”
My jaw drops. “And his hands were all over me. It was very…eh, risqué. What is he doing here anyway?”
“I may or may not have told him you would be here.”
“What! When?”
“Yesterday. He asked me if I had any plans for the weekend and I told him I was bringing you here.”
My eyes grow wide as my jaw drops.
Gia bursts out into laughter. “Get a hold of yourself. Just admit that he got you all hot and bothered and you liked it.”
My mouth opens to spit a rebuttal but nothing is said. Gia shakes her head and calls out to Brad for another round of drinks. I fight the urge to look back at the dance floor, pondering if Easton is still around. I process the moments that we shared on the dance floor together: his hands gliding all over my body, his breath tickling my skin, his soft lips kissing my neck. Just thinking about it brings my body to a scorching heat.
Gia hands me a shot of something and I take the glass. “What is it?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she motions for me to chug. “Just drink it!”
I glance at the dark liquor and tip the glass, pouring its contents into my mouth. The burn of the liquor heats my throat as it cascades down. I cough as it makes its way throughout my body and I shiver a little. Gia hands me another shot and we tip those back as well. I notice Gia’s eyes wander behind me as a smirk spreads across her lips.
She steps closer to me. “Don’t look, but he’s staring at you.”
My body tenses as I feel his stare fixed on me. “It’s s
o dark in here. How can you tell he’s staring at me?”
“Because he’s walking this way.”
My eyes flash her a panicked look as I race past her. The pounding heels of my shoes carry me across the bar and into the back of the club as I weave among the crowds, making my way into the restroom. I let out a deep breath and look at my reflection. My blonde strands cascade along the curve of my cheeks and I notice the eye makeup has worn off a little. I dab a bit of water onto a napkin and wipe off the excess makeup, then wipe away the sweat off my forehead. Removing the pins holding my bun, I reapply them to create a messy ponytail instead. Looking at my reflection, I feel satisfied with my customary look.
I let out a deep breath. Just relax. Don’t think too much. Have fun. Feel the moment. Live in the now.
I use the bathroom and wash up, ready to head back out and continue the fun with my sexy dance partner. Feeling like a whole new woman, I take one last look at my reflection, then exit the restroom.
Transitioning back into the darkness causes my eyes to squint while they adjust. Making my way back to the bar, a hand grabs hold of my arm and pulls me against the wall.
A yelp escapes my lips just as Easton comes into view. My breath catches as my heart stops beating. The rumbling of the music echoes throughout the club and vibrates the wall against my back.