The best one I see so far is a fully decked-out Freddy Krueger with actual makeup—not the mask. I continue my inspection until my sight hits the bar again. Standing there in a vampire costume with slicked-back hair and a scowl on his face is a six-foot-four man with broad shoulders, pouring a drink for a woman all in red with a devil horn headband and matching tail.
I stare at him, wondering if he has the cheap vampire teeth or none at all, but he doesn’t smile at the woman to even give me a hint. He has on the same gothic cross on as I do. I’ve never wanted to be bitten so badly.
“OMG! There he is,” she squeals, stirring me from his spell on me. “Now, will you excuse me? I’m on the hunt.” She pushes through a small crowd and makes her way toward the bar, but I’m not tall so I can’t see her anymore. Her costume is a sexy Huntress outfit, but at least it fits her. She’s not as well-endowed as me in the ass and tits department, but she looks great in hers. I wish she didn’t pick up the same size costumes.
Something about him attracts me wildly. I move toward him as if he’s calling me. His scowling face turns my way, and I feel like his eyes are on me. They summon me, and I follow like I’m under a trance. I blush from head to toe, knowing I must look like a free meal to his lingering eyes, and I really want to be eaten up. He sets the bottle down, scowling at the man at the bar.
As if released from his gaze, reality hits me and I immediately freeze. Briana’s man is the hot bartender.
I duck my head, hoping that he can’t see me anymore. I’m immediately mortified and inexplicably hurt. When I move off to the left, I’m suddenly trapped in a sea of bodies, talking, dancing, and drinking. I can’t see her and the bartender anymore, and I’m glad I can’t. My heart’s racing out of control as my stomach does flips. Nausea tickles my throat. Why, of all the guys, does he have to be hers?
I want to go home. My heart’s fluttering and my stomach does flips as I know she’s probably wrapped up in his arms now. Coming here was a huge mistake. I turn around to find a seat away from it all when I feel a hand grab my arm and drag me back into a hard body.
“You don’t belong in here,” the voice growls against my ear, sending shivers up my spine but not in fear. My body somehow knows it’s the man from behind the bar. The attraction is so strong, it can’t be anyone else. I don’t get a look at him right away, but I feel the tension radiating off him. My ass also understands that the tension is sexual. His cock pulses on my backside, hard and thick. I may be a virgin, but I can’t mistake that big thing for anything else.
“Um…” I turn around in his arms and start to speak, but he presses me to his chest.
“I don’t want to hear it.” His breath grazes my skin, and a tiny mewl escapes my lips. This is wrong, and I’m about to lose my only friend. “Come now,” he commands, taking my hand and whirling me so my back is to his chest, lifts me slightly off the ground, and carries me away. Instead of walking me to the front door like he probably should, he drags me through a backroom door. I’m expecting it to be a cooler or the mop room thing, but the light reveals a large office.
He sets me down onto my feet and goes back to lock the door. I don’t know if he’s going to call the cops, but that’s all I can think about. I don’t want to go to jail dressed like this.
I rush to him, trying to plead my case. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”
“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere. Especially in that.” He spins me around swiftly, and my back hits the door. His hands hold mine and lift them over my head. “No, you’re definitely not going anywhere.”
I’m nervous, but not for the reasons I should be. I want to press forward and kiss him. He leans one leg between mine; his thigh grazes the edge of my dress, inches from my pussy that’s soaking wet for him. I look into his eyes and see the same want that I have in my own. It’s wrong and I should be kicking him in the balls, but that’s the furthest thing from my mind. “I left my friend out there. She’s going to be looking for both of us.”