A song comes on, and I reach out, taking Lainey’s hand, tugging her out on the dance floor. She laughs, but I can tell she’s not comfortable. Unfortunately, I’m too drunk to care about her comfort. Which makes me a semi-shitty friend, but when she’s in this same position, I will be proud to be embarrassed by her drunken antics.
Closing my eyes, I lift my hands in the air and begin to move to the music. I’m a mess. I know I am. I don’t know how I’m still standing. A warm wall presses against my back, a hand slides across my belly, and then I feel hot breath against my ear.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” his voice purrs.
I don’t know who he is, but I like his voice. It reminds me of warm whiskey. Lainey’s eyes widen at the sight of him, but I don’t know if I care. He’s here, his body pressed against mine, his hand on my belly, and maybe he wants me.
We dance that way for a few moments, our bodies tangling together, and when the music stops, we don’t move away from one another. We stay that way for a long moment. The second song begins. It’s faster, so we’re the odd ones out, but I don’t know if I care.
When his hand falls from my stomach, I turn around to face him. I want to know why Lainey looked so surprised. Taking a step backward, I tilt my head back and look up into this man’s eyes.
It’s George.
I gasp, taking a step backward. He smiles down at me, his cheeks turning red. “I didn’t know… God, how embarrassing.”
I bite my bottom lip and place my hand on the center of his chest, my lips curving up into a grin. I can’t look away from him. He’s handsome, but he’s not Goose. He lifts his hand, cupping my cheek, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip.
“I need to walk away. You’re going to be my employee.”
“But I’m not yet,” I whisper.
He bends slightly, his mouth slamming against mine. I don’t know why I do it. I don’t know why I cup the back of his head, why I grip the strands of his hair with my fingers, or why I slip my tongue inside his mouth to taste him, but I do.
He’s not Trent. I know he’s not. But he’s here, his lips are on mine, and he tastes really damn good. When his fingers grip my waist, he tugs me closer to him. I tangle my tongue with his, and my back arches as I press my breasts against his chest.
He nibbles my bottom lip, shifting his head back slightly after breaking the kiss. His gaze searches mine. “You know this is probably wrong,” he murmurs.
“I know I’ll regret it in the morning, but tonight, I don’t care.”
“Come home with me.”
Her voice calls out over the music. Turning my head, I see Lainey standing just a few feet away. Her eyes are wide, and shelooks as if she’s seen a ghost, or maybe she just can’t believe what she’s seeing.
“I think maybe it’s time we go,” she murmurs.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “I’m going home with George.”
She frowns, her gaze flicking from me to George and then back to meet mine. I’m sure she has questions, but I’m not answering them right now. All I want to do is fuck George and feel. I want to feel.
Turning toward George, I give him a smile. “Let’s get out of here.”
His lips twitch into a smirk before he reaches down, wrapping his arm around my waist, and then he picks me up slightly and carries me away. Lifting my gaze, I look over his shoulder and make eye contact with Lainey. She is frowning, but I lift my hand and give her a wave.
She shakes her head once, but when I blow her a kiss, she smiles. I know I’m drunk. I also know I should not do this, but this is a regret I’ll save for the morning. He carries me to his pickup truck, then presses my back against the passenger door, his mouth touching mine.
He doesn’t deepen the kiss, but his tongue slides through my mouth, tasting me before he breaks the kiss. I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck.
“No regrets about this tomorrow?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “None from me, but you’ve been drinking.”
“Funny,” I say softly, “because I feel sober.”
He leans forward, his teeth nipping my bottom lip, then straightens. He takes a step backward, and I take one forward as he reaches for the door handle. I watch as he tugs it open.
“Let’s go, baby.”
Baby.
