“This might sound crazy,” I say, “but I need your help for a few minutes to get me to my friends, then outside.” He scrunches his eyebrows at me, probably unsure if I’m actually sane, so I quickly add, “My ex just walked in with the slut he cheated on me with a few hours ago. So, I’m very desperate to not have to deal with that alone right now and my friends are currently somewhere grinding on a bunch of guys or each other. Either way, they’re too far away to help me right now.”
I bite my lip, glancing from him to them. They’re quickly approaching as he mulls over my request. “Here.” I grab a napkin and pen from the bar, and quickly throw together a contract.
I, Alex, agree to provide one (nonsexual) favor sometime in the future pending you, Hot Suit Guy, assists in getting me away from ex-douche pants.
X___________
X___________
I scribble a quick signature at the bottom and draw a line with an X for him to sign. I slide the napkin towardshim quickly. “This might help since you seem like the type of guy who likes contracts...Please?”
He scans the note, smirks, then signs a name that is unreadable in the dim club lights, and slides it into his breast pocket. He looks over my head, and I watch as his eyes narrow, presumably on Taylor and his new side piece. “You have ten seconds before they reach us,” he says. “What do you want to do?”
Fuckkk. I’m afraid to see how close they are now. My mind is spinning as I try to come up with something. At the sound of Taylor’s high-pitch annoying laugh, I lock eyes with Hot Suit Guy.How could I have ever been attracted to Taylor when men like this exist?
Hot Suit Guy’s eyes plead for an answer, but instead I reach up and grab his cheeks, dragging him down to me as I stand on my tip toes and crash my mouth into his.
Sweat trickles down my back as I worry that he won’t kiss me back. It dissipates when I feel his hands slide to my ass and pick me up. I yelp against his mouth, but he keeps kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.Fuck, I didn’t think it would go this far. I’m going to melt.
The sound in my head goes quiet as his tongue turns my mind to goo.Damn he’s a good kisser. This was a great plan.Heat travels across my body as I resist the urge to grind against him, very aware of how close his hands are to my center.
“Alexandra? What do you think you’re doing?” Taylor yells from somewhere behind me, breaking the spell this man has on me.
Hot Suit Guy,I really need to get his name, damn,pulls back and I whine.What the hell is wrong with me?
His mouth pulls into a smirk. Shit he heard me.
I slide down his hard body as he slowly sets me back on the ground. I shiver, feeling every piece of him rub against me. Especially the bulge pressing into my belly. I guess I wasn’t the only one having a good time. Fucking Taylor just keeps ruining my day.
“Hello?” Taylor draws out the word, working to get my attention.
I huff and spin around. “Can I help you?” My voice is laced with as much disdain as I can muster.
Taylor scoffs. “You really couldn’t wait a day before hooking up with someone else?” He flings his arm towards the man next to me, which I find hilarious considering, well, everything. A laugh bubbles from my lips before I can stop it.
I feel Hot Suit Guy’s hand slide across my back, wrap around my stomach, and pull me against him. “Let’s go find your friends so we can get out of here. You don’t owe him an answer.”
I watch Taylor’s eyes narrow as he glares over my head. He puffs up his chest, ready to respond, when the blonde next to him starts pouting and pulling on his shirt. He swats at her. Clearly he already forgot about the one he deemed worthy enough to ruin our relationship. His jealousy over someone he’s never met and could never compete with is outrageous. I don’t know why I never saw it before.
The man holding me takes that opening to glide us around Taylor, and I let myself get pulled towards the dance floor. He leans down. “What do your friends look like?”
“Umm…” Two bodies slam into me from either side, making an Alex sandwich.
“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” Jaz asks.
“We saw Taylor!” Ash yells.
“And the kiss. We totally saw that kiss.” Jaz pulls me close, setting a hand on each of my cheeks. “That was hot.”
“Where did you find him? And so quickly.” Ash adds.
“Guys!” I yell at them spinning my head towards Hot Suit Guy who is literally watching and listening to their entire performance.
“No, no,” he says. “Don’t stop because of me. I love this.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and honestly, his muscles bulging under his dress shirt make me want to rip it off of him. Like now.
Fuck. Me.
“Oh—” Ashlyn starts, but I snap my fingers in her face, making her flinch.
