"How are you liking it so far?" he asks with his hands in hispockets.
"I really like the girls. I can't thank you enough for setting me up with them. How was worktoday?"
"Same ol’, same ol’. My brain is fried, and a drink sounds really good. After you." He holds the door open, smiling at me as I walkin.
The girls grab a table in the corner, and I know they purposely left the two seats up against the wall and across from each other for us. I glare at Katy, knowing this was her doing, and she grins. Any other seats would have felt normal but these two are tucked away, giving you only one view—the one in front ofyou.
A waitress comes, and Robin yells, "We're celebrating our new roommate, so shots all around. What do you think, a little Sex on the Beach or a Screaming Orgasm, or how about we all do Blow Job shots? That is, except Connor andSteve."
She laughs and they join in, chanting Blow Job. I'm going to die fromembarrassment.
I glance up and have to close my eyes when I see the look Connor's giving me. His cocky smile along with the way his eyes darkened made the temperature in here feelsweltering.
When I open them, he's still staring and raises one eyebrow at me inquestion.
I bow my head, laughing at the situation, knowing I'll have to give in to thedrink.
The shots quickly arrive, along with Connor's Sierra Nevada and Steve's rum andCoke.
"Okay, girls, hands behind your backs," Chantelannounces.
My eyes widen. I’ve never done shots, especially ones where you can't use your hands and instead wrap your mouth around the glass, taking it back. To my surprise, Connor comes to myrescue.
"Wait. I want to be part of Kenzie's first Blow Job," he states, getting up to round the table and stand next tome.
The girls cheer, and I'm positive this will be the most embarrassing moment of my life. I make a mental note to add another box to my list to checkoff.
Connor struts up to me, pulling my chair out so I'm facing him, and picks up the shot, bringing it to his mouth first where he licks a tiny bit of the whippedcream.
"Sweet, like something else I remember" He winks atme.
I turn bright red, covering my eyes, but he pulls my handsdown.
"’kay, girls. One, two—" Robincounts.
"Three," Connor finishes, holding the shot up to my mouth, placing a hand behind my head, tilting it back, and pouring the liquid down mythroat.
I swallow and raise my head. When our eyes meet, he stares directly into them before moving his thumb across my lips to retrieve any leftover whipped cream, then licking histhumb.
I sit, speechless as he winks and returns to his side of the table. He’s trying to seem unfazed but I notice his need to adjusthimself.
Robin's eyes go big and her smile even bigger from what she just witnessed go down.Literally.
Two regular drinks later, the girls get up to dance, but Connor and I stay seated, discussing songs the DJ plays. There's been a mixture of different genres, and I'm quickly learning that Connor and I don't necessarily agree on our choice ofmusic.
"But rock music means something. If you listen to the lyrics, they are pure genius," heargues.
"And country music isn't?" Icounter.
"What's the joke about playing a country song backward?" He raises his eyebrows. "You don't hear jokes like that aboutrock."
I laugh, remembering the joke about getting all pieces of your life back when you play a country songbackward.
"Come on, that was told when we were like, what? Ten? Country music means somethingnow."
"Okay, explain it to me then. Let me see your phone," he says holding out ahand.
"Why?" I sit back, guarding it to mychest.
