Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

I turn around so I'm facing Business Guy. He's cute. Nice eyes, clean haircut. I slide my arms around his shoulders. He moves his hands to my waist.

He really is handsome. And he smells good. His body is hard. Not his cock—I'm not that close—but his arms and his chest.

He's safe, comfortable. I'm not going to fall in love with him. It could be one easy night.

He leans closer, his mouth a few inches below my ear. He's quite a bit shorter than I am, and I'm wearing three-inch heels.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks.

"Yeah." I wave goodbye to Kara—she's already dancing with a jock—and follow Business Guy to the bar.

He slides his hand around my waist and over my hip. It's a little much so soon, but there's something nice about his touch. Not electrifying. Just nice.

"I'm Johnathan," he says.

"Meg."

"What are you drinking, Meg?"

"Paloma."

He signals the bartender and orders our drinks. Whiskey on the rocks for him. Paloma for me. Figures I'm drinking something girly and pink.

I take another look at Business Guy. Johnathan. He is cute. And he seems nice enough. He probably owns his own house. Not a mansion in Malibu, but a modest house somewhere nice. He'd probably take me to breakfast in the morning then never call me again.

The bartender arrives. Drinks are ready. Johnathan hands the pink one to me and raises his glass to toast.

Whatever. I'll toast. To all the lonely people in the club.

He scans my body. It's sexy when Miles looks me over, but this is awkward. I pull my arm over my chest. I don't want Johnathan picturing me naked.

"Do you go to school around here?" he asks.

"UCLA."

"Let me guess your major."

Oh, lord. I take a long sip of my drink and nod politely. He bought me this amazing grapefruit concoction. I'll entertain his guessing game.

"Sure," I say.

He scratches his chin. "There's something intellectual about you."

Yeah, I look really intellectual in

this tight silver dress. Does he use this line on every girl he meets, or just the ones who strike him as gullible?

I take another sip. It's perfection. I guess I can entertain him for another thirty seconds. "Is there?"

"Yeah… I can see you curled up in bed with a good book."

"What kind of book?"

He smiles. "History."

My drink is empty, but the good news is that my head is spinning. There's something amusing about Johnathan. It's been a while since I've been tipsy, but I'm sure it's the alcohol talking.

"Excuse me." A familiar voice cuts through the room.