I pulled my head back to look him in the eye. When I did, he kissed me softly on the lips. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, full of heat and promise. I didn’t resist. I let him kiss me again, then I kissed him back. Our tongues swirled around inside my mouth.

As we stood motionless now at the center of the dancefloor, it was as if everyone else had disappeared.

All I could hear was George Michael in my ears and the feel of my heart beating in my chest. It was one of those rare moments a girl never forgets.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked breathlessly. His lips were at my ear again, his words sending shivers down my spine. “We can go back to my place and fuck all night long, just you and me.”

His voice jarred me back to reality. I remembered that we were not alone. Nor was I the kind of girl to fall under a hot guy’s spell and fuck him the first night we meet. Grinding on the dancefloor was one thing. Fucking all night long was another. I shook my head and licked my lips, which were covered with his salty taste.

“Um, I have a friend waiting on me,” I said, putting him at arm’s length. I squeezed my thighs together to keep myself from dripping on the floor. I felt drunk, dreamy-eyed, even though I’d had very little to drink. I cleared my throat and stepped away from him. I glanced down at the large wet spot on the front of his jeans.

He gave me a pouty face. “A boyfriend?”

“What? No, a coworker.” I looked around the room for Dru. She was still at the bar where I’d left her, talking intimately with a woman dressed similarly to herself. Dru was obviously no slouch in the one-night-stand department.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he said, stepping close and pulling me into him again. “I want to taste that pussy I’ve been smelling. And my cock needs cleaning off. Can we borrow your tongue?”

He grinned as he cupped my ass cheeks in his strong hands and lifted my feet off the floor. He tried to kiss me again, but I put my elbows in his chest and pushed hard.

“No, I’m sorry,” I said, pushing him away and taking a clumsy step backward. “That’s not what I came here for.”

He held out his hands and glanced down at the dark cum stain on the front of his

pants. “Come on Katie Holmes. You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”

I stared at his damp crotch for a moment, then shook my head and backed away, as if he was a monster and I was in fear for my life.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “This was a mistake.”

“What? Hey, wait!”

I pushed my way through the crowd and found Dru still at the bar. She was making out with the girl I’d seen her talking with. She had her hand deep inside the front of the girl’s pants. She didn’t take her hand out when she saw me coming.

“I’m going home,” I said in a panic.

Dru frowned at me. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “You stay, have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You sure?” Dru asked. Her hand was still working inside the girl’s cunt. The girl was resting her forehead against Dru’s shoulder with her eyes closed. She was moaning softly.

“I’m sure. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.”

I didn’t look back toward the VIP area, so I didn’t know if Sean was watching or not.

I just knew that I had blown the only chance I would ever have of interviewing – and possibly sleeping with -- Sean Donovan.

Sean

I suddenly knew how Prince Charming must have felt watching Cinderella run away from the ball.

Only I wasn’t left on the palace steps holding a glass slipper with a tear in my eye.

I was left standing in the middle of the crowded dance floor with a big cum stain on my pants and a confused look on my face.

I shook my head. I had never fucked a Playboy Playmate that wasn’t a basket case, and Katie Holmes was no different.

I’d stick with Victoria’s Secret models.

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