I gave myself up to it, the rest of the world fading away as I lifted my arms, my hips starting to move.
For a time, Caroline and I were content to dance next to each other, pushing away or politely shaking our heads when others tried to intrude.
This wasn't about meeting guys or finding a partner for the evening. This was about having a good time with my friend while we forgot our problems.
Eventually though, the men got bolder and the dance floor more cramped.
A pair of well-manicured hands attached to muscular forearms settled on my hips. By the way Caroline's eyes danced and she looked seconds away from doubling over with laughter, I was guessing Mr. Grabby was the douche from earlier.
The much too strong scent of cologne wrapped around me, threatening to send me into a sneezing fit. By dint of will, I managed to resist even as I tried to breathe through my mouth.
Mistake. That scent left me feeling like I'd tasted a cloying acid.
Caroline's nose wrinkled and she touched her nose with a grimace seconds later. She lifted her eyebrows at me, asking if I wanted her help in getting rid of Romeo.
I shook my head. No, if my prey wanted to serve himself up to me on a silver platter, who was I to prevent him?
Caroline stopped dancing and shrugged.
The guy must have taken that as a sign. He tugged me against him more aggressively as he ground his hips against my backside.
Eww. Any guilt I harbored vanished.
What I was about to do was a service for women everywhere who'd had to put up with uninvited strangers grinding on their ass without a by-your-leave or a word of greeting exchanged.
The man's hands started to wander. I grabbed one that strayed too close to my boob, wiggling around to face him.
The first obstacle in Operation Feed presented itself.
I frowned up at him. "You're too tall."
He hadn’t seemed this tall from across the room.
"You know what they say about tall men," he said with a grin, nudging me with his hips, leaving me with no doubt as to what he meant.
I curled my lip in disgust as I considered my options. Unless I climbed him like a tree, biting him would be difficult. Somehow, I thought having a woman wrapped around a man like he was her favorite chocolate bar might stick out—even in a club as crowded as this.
"You want to get out of here?" he asked.
I didn't answer as I stared at his neck. Blood rushed beneath the surface, singing a siren song and beckoning me forward. I licked my lips. Just a little taste. It would be so good.
His scent wafted toward me, the cologne still overpowering, but under it was a smell nearly as tantalizing as fresh baked pizza straight out of the oven.
I swayed, letting myself imagine how good he would taste.
"Hey, you're not crazy, are you?" he asked.
I ignored him, eyeing the spot where I would bite him. Right there, mid-way up his neck.
My fangs ached, pushing through my gums.
"Not much of a talker, huh? That's okay. I can think of plenty of other things we can do."
"Hmmm," I said, not paying attention.
What to do? What to do?
"You're kind of sexy." The man leaned down, solving my problem for me.
