I’ve lost track of the music, of anything that isn’t him.The rough pads of his fingers.The perfect friction of his thigh grinding against my pussy.Each swipe of his tongue.
I can taste the bitter edge of the beer he drank earlier, salt and sweat and something deliciouslyhim.I chase his mouth when he pulls back, not ready to stop, and get to taste his smile as he slides his hands up my back, my shoulders, where my hands are tangled in his hair.
He steps back, licking his lips.Tasting.Then he pulls me toward the restrooms.
I don’t know this club.I have never done anything like this before, but I don’t stop to think about it.I just hold tight and follow him down the corridor.
It’s dark, near black without the strobe lights, and he’s walking ahead, so I can’t see his expression, can’t see what stops us, but the restroom door opens, and the light catches on an all-too-familiar face.
Either I’m drunk off of one cocktail or that’s Sterling Ross standing there, gaze darting between us and sticking on where our hands are gripped tightly together.
Lucky recovers first.“Mac.I’m surprised to see you here,” he says.“This isn’t really your kind of place.”
“A club?”
“Outside.”
It’s hard to see in the dark, but I think Sterling is smiling.“I came to see you.I’m glad I did.Hi, Mia.”
The weight of his attention falls on me, the touch of it as strong as Lucky’s hand.“Hi, yourself.”
“You looked good out there.Both of you.”
He saw that?
The person behind me recognizes that we’re loitering, not waiting, and pushes past us to the restroom.This surely isn’t the best place to have a reunion, but neither of them seems inclined to change that.It’ll be up to me then.
“We should move somewhere quieter.”In truth, I only mean to find somewhere for them; they’re the ones with history after all.
“She’s right,” Lucky says, eyes locked with Sterling’s.“My gear’s in the office back here; no one will bother us.”
He leads us to the end of the corridor, where he unlocks the door and waves us both inside.Sterling follows him in.
I’m not sure what to do.
* * *
Make Your Choice:
follow them*(go to 87)
let them work it out alone(go to 78)
go back(go to 8)
In the end, I say nothing, swallowing down the bitterness that’s burning the back of my throat.
It wouldn’t matter anyway; Monica’s made her mind up.
“Thank you for the opportunity,” I force out because my parents raised me right.
In a final act of disrespect, she says nothing, already turned back to her computer, her French acrylics hitting the keys sharply as she types.
Andy smiles smugly as I walk back to my desk.The weight of everyone’s attention pokes and prods at me as I move.
No one says a word as I box up my stuff.
Sterling isn’t even at his desk.
