“We can start by texting. I can let you know when I’m free, and you can do the same.”
“This weekend would be good,” she says, bending down to retrieve her purse from the carpet. “It’s kind of my last weekend of freedom for a while. My friend is dragging me to a club called The Sixth Floor. Have you heard of it?”
“Yeah. My friends love it there. They have cage dancers and themed nights.”
“My friend signed us up for the amateur dance night they’re having on Saturday. I’m sure that will be super embarrassing for me. Feel free to stop by and witness my public humiliation.”
For the first time since we met last night, the girl I messaged with finally appears. The girl behind the chat message was funny, whereas the woman I met in her place seemed nervous and closed off until she slid her hand up my thigh.
I smile at her. “I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll be out that night for my friend’s bachelor party. We’re doing a bar crawl, so it might take a while to get to The Sixth Floor, but I’ll make sure we end up there.”
She flashes a polite grin and tucks her purse under her arm.
We check the room one last time to make sure we have all of our stuff before we exit and head to the elevator bank at the end of the hall. Ava pushes the button to call a car, and then steps back to stand next to me. Peeking up at me, she bites her bottom lip.
“We don’t have to make this weird,” I tell her. “If you don’t want to meet up again, you don’t have to.”
The elevator opens on our floor, and we step inside.
“No, I want to.” Ava brushes her fingers against mine as if to reassure me. “I had fun last night. We should do it again.”
We step off the elevator to a crowd of people moving throughout the bustling hotel lobby. For a second, we break apart to make room for a family of six, and then Ava is back again at my side.
A bellhop holds open the door for us, and we step outside to the sun glaring in our eyes.
I raise my hand up to my forehead and look at Ava. “Do you need a ride?”
She shakes her head and pulls a set of keys from her purse. “Nope. I parked my car in the lot across the street.”
“You know they have valet parking at the hotel, right?”
She laughs. “We can’t all be doctors who can afford the thirty dollars to have someone park our car.”
Unsure of how to respond without sounding like a rich jerk, I offer her a closed-mouth smile.
I hand the man at the valet stand on the sidewalk the ticket from my wallet. He reads the ticket, tells me to wait here, and that he’ll bring my car around in a few minutes.
“Well, it’s been real,” Ava says to me, her voice soft and seductive. “I guess I will see you at The Sixth Floor.” She inches away from me.
“Sounds good. See you then.”
Should I grab Ava and kiss her goodbye? No, that might make this more of a date than a hookup. So, I let her walk away, my cock growing harder with each shake of her perfect ass.
Chapter Five
AVA
Saturday night seemed like a week away from my last encounter with Sloan, when in reality it was only one day from the time we’d parted ways. I have on another one of Stacey’s dresses, a short red one that stops mid-thigh and makes my cleavage look good, paired with black heels.
I glance over at Stacey. “How did you talk me into doing this amateur dance thing with you?”
She flashes a wide grin at me. “Because I am the master of persuasion. I’m also a hard person to say no to.”
“That’s because you push until you get your way.”
“Hey, my take-charge attitude is what got you laid by the hottest doctor in town. Mmmkay? So, I don’t wanna hear it, babe. Your cobwebs are flushed out now. By the way, you’re welcome.”
I shake my head at her, laughing. My best friend is impossible sometimes. “I am not going to thank you for stealing my phone, creating a dating profile, and sexting with Sloan for me.”