“I did,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Best night so far. I was really feeling it.”
“Want to come over and celebrate?” he asked, and I looked over the bar at both Cris and Hannah, who were pretending not to listen.
“Hell yes, I do. Let’s go.”
“Bye, Chloe,” Hannah said. “I’ll leave the light on for you. Just in case.”
I could hear her and Cris snickering behind me as we walked away. Matt opened the door for me, and I could swear as I walked through, he was visibly staring at my ass. He was enjoying the act quite a lot it seemed. To be fair, so was I.
We got to the apartment just after three, and while I was usually exhausted at that point, currently I was wired. I needed something to help calm me down, and as I sat down on Matt’s new couch, I watched him getting the liquor out of the cabinet and making a couple of drinks for us. I grinned as he brought one to me and sat down.
“So, that was a hell of a night, huh?” he said, taking a sip of the whiskey and Coke he had.
“It was,” I agreed, downing a shot and then chasing it with the Long Island Iced Tea that Matt was aware was my second favorite drink. My favorite involved tequila, and while I had told him about it while flirting in front of others as an act, the reason I didn’t drink it often was true. Tequila had an effect on me, an effect that he had seen firsthand on that first night. I either got weepy, or I got really flirty.
“You were fantastic out there tonight,” he said. “Not just at your job, which you were fantastic at as well, but also with the act. You had people buying every bit of the story about us.”
“I know, right?” she said. “That reminds me, we have a bunch of new details to go over so we can keep our story straight. I’m not sure how many of them Hannah or Jordan heard, but I am operating on the assumption that they heard them all.”
“Smart,” Matt said. “Keeps us from slipping up. What did you say?”
“I have a list,” I said, patting my pockets. “Shit, I think I left it in my order book.”
“That’s alright, we’ll get it tomorrow and go over everything on break or before our shift.”
We spoke a little bit more about whatever I could remember of stories from the night and then drifted over to little things that happened that we wanted to share. It was almost like a real relationship. Even though we worked in the same place, we had different experiences and were telling each other about our day. It was soothing and fun and exciting all at once.
Matt kept the drinks flowing, and I was feeling a little less wound up. When I finished my third Long Island, I decided to switch to water.
When he came back, I took my water and scooted a little closer to him.
“You were saying Hannah asked about when things started, and you said something about the time on the back porch where you told me about your mother,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said. “I had a whole story about how we kissed, and you pushed me up against the wall.”
“Oh really? I don’t remember that part.”
“Well, I mentioned it to her and then let her believe that we went back to your place together that night,” I said. “That’s the whole story.”
“Let me get this straight,” he said, scooting closer to me. Our faces were just inches from each other, and as I sipped some of my water, I felt a rush of heat move up my cheeks when his hot breath fell on my neck. “You’re saying that we made out. And that afterwards…”
“Afterwards,” I said, feeling myself leaning closer to him, drawn to him like a magnet.
“We…” He couldn’t finish because his lips were otherwise occupied with my own. I put the glass down on the coffee table and wrapped my arm around his neck.
His tongue parted my lips, and I tasted him. The whiskey and ice made him taste cold but spicy, and our tongues explored each other, flicking back and forth. His hand pressed into my hip, and I slid backward, falling back into the couch. He fell with me, and I found myself under him, feeling his body press down onto mine.
Suddenly, I was ripping at his clothes. I didn’t think about it, I just started pulling at his shirt, yanking it up until he had to break our embrace to get it off. His hand slid up my side until his fingertips found the edge of my bra. He pushed with his thumbs and moved it overtop of my breasts, and my hardened nipples brushed against the fabric of my shirt. Then his palms settled over them, and he squeezed, moving his lips to my neck.