“We’re in New York, and it’s not like we’re going to get drunk, girls. I mean, I only have enough money for one round. Come on. Let’s have some fun.”
I let go of their hands and gaze up and around the club. It’s really cool in here. There’s a tall, spiral wrought iron staircase right in the middle of the room that goes all the way up to a glass ceiling. The floor is packed with men and women who all seem to be enjoying themselves. Several seem high, and I’m not sure if it’s on life or coke, but I don’t really care. I don’t judge, though I have no interest in drugs myself. There’s a DJ on a small floating stage to the right of us, with neon-pink lights bouncing back and forth in front of him. He’s pumping out some popular hip-hop music, and I watch several girls dance in front of his booth. To the left side of the room is a long concrete bar with thousands of bottles on display. The room smells like sex, lust, money, power, and fun, and I’m ready to indulge in as many as I can.
I throw my hands up into the air and spin around in circles before ripping off my glasses. “I wanna make love in…” I sing loudly along to the song as I dance across to the bar.
There are three men in front of me, and I watch as one turns to look at me. He’s drop-dead gorgeous, with vibrant blue eyes, dark and silky hair, and an arm full of tattoos. I swallow hard as our eyes meet. He looks me up and down, and a lazy smile spreads across his handsome face.
Am I in heaven, and did an angel just smile at me?
This man is perfection. And his body is muscular and toned. Which I can tell from his well-fitted white shirt and black slacks. My entire body is on fire as we gaze at each other.
I feel seen. Really seen. For the very first time in my life. And I love it.
Then he ushers me toward him, and I feel like I’m living in a slow-motion dream. At first, I’m not sure what to do, but then he tilts his head to the side and gives me a sexy smile, and I know that I’m not going to let the evening go without having some fun with this man. I sashay right up to him, and he steps away from his friends.
“Hi there.” His voice is silky and smooth, and it makes me smile.
“Hi.” My voice is a squeak of nerves, and so I try again. “Come here often?” I want to groan at my cliché question.
I hear footsteps behind me, and I know that Brielle and Willow have followed.
“Second time. Nearly didn’t come again.” He pauses. “But I’m glad that I did.” He looks me over again, and I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’ll let you buy me a drink later—if you’re a good boy.”
“I hate to disappoint you, pretty lady,” he says in his deep, smooth, sexy voice, “but I’m far from good or a boy.” He smirks and shifts his stance so that he’s looking down at me. He leans in so that his eyes and lips are only a few inches from mine and whispers, “You’re really beautiful. Where have you been all my life?”
“I don’t tell strangers my entire life story right away,” I say, laughing softly.
“Touché.” He nods, his eyes deep, deadly blue
, and serious. “What if I don’t want to be a stranger?”
I can feel my heart racing. This man is sexy.
“What do you want to be?”
“What, or where?” He winks, and I can feel my skin burning up. “By the way, just to reiterate it, but not only am I not a good boy,” he says, whispering in my ear, “but I’m one hundredpercent man.” He blows his warm breath against my ear. “I’m also all bad. I’m the big bad wolf your mother warned you about.”
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. There’s a glint there—a challenge—and I’m not about to back down.
“Good thing I don’t always listen to my mother,” I say, leaning back, trying not to faint. “And it’s a good thing that I like wolves.” I run my fingers down his chest and lick my lips again.
My heart races as I banter with him. He is so far from the high-school boys I normally deal with. He’s the sort of man who ruins women for other men. And as such, he is perfect for me. As such, he is the man I want to lose my virginity to—and preferably tonight.
“So, are you saying you like to be nibbled and eaten?” His eyes tease me, his breath warm against my lips.
“Only by big bad wolves.” I enunciate each word softly, and he growls under his breath.
“Well then, I think we need to get further acquainted.”
“I agree.” My hand moves up his chest to his neck, and I’m about to bring his face down to mine for a kiss when we hear someone coughing behind us.
I stiffen as he looks past me and turn back myself. Suddenly, he frowns slightly, and I see that he’s staring at Brielle and Willow, who are standing there, looking shell-shocked by my brazenness. I give them a look to let them know they look like innocent deer, but they don’t seem to understand what I’m trying to say with my eyes.
Why are my friends so transparent?
“Do you know them?” the Big Bad Wolf says, frowning as he takes a step away from me, the moment broken. No kiss is about to happen.
