"You'll really do it?" I keep glancing back at the hallway. Is there a fucking window in there that she could escape through? I shouldn't have told her if she ran, I'd chase. Oh, I will, but Tinsley doesn't need extra ideas put into that fascinating mind of hers.
"The ladies are always coming up with their own tricks and games. If we can't beat them, we might as well join them."
I can't argue with that. Though I find their antics amusing. I'm not sure Tinsley will feel the same about mine. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
The bathroom door opens, and Candy slips out, her eyes glinting with laughter. "Good luck," she says as she passes me. Hollis slips a coat onto her before heading out. I'm about to go check the bathroom myself when Tinsley comes bouncing out, a giant smile on her face.
When she draws close, she launches herself at me. I catch her and all the tulle that makes up her dress. She slaps her hands to my cheeks before she presses a kiss to my mouth.
"I told you to cover up those arms," she says when her mouth leaves mine. "And why do you taste like the pink Starburst?"
"Why do you taste like vanilla cake?"
"It's the glitter body spray." That explains the smell but not her taste. You'll never convince me that's not all her. "Now buy me a drink and ask me to dance," she orders. I happily oblige, getting her a glass of water too. I notice the bartender gives the drink a weak pour, thankfully. He gives me a wink when he hands it to me.
My girl dances and sings for the next hour. I’m her prop half the time. I have never seen a person so full of life; her laughter carries across the bar. Not even the loud thump of music can mask it.
What is driving me to the brink of madness are her lingering touches, and when she is near, she brushes her lips against anyexposed skin she can access. I wasn’t teasing when I told her I was going to end up shooting my load in my pants like a teenage boy discovering porn for the first time.
When I'd seen her walk into the restaurant tonight for her birthday dinner, I turned around and went back to my room, knowing I'd need to have release if I was going to spend the night watching her. I fucked my hand twice, and it hadn't done shit to quell my need for her. But I also didn't know she'd be all over me. Not that I'm complaining.
Tinsley's little plan falls right into my own. I know what she’s up to, but it’s not all an act. She's attracted to me. I can see it written all over her face, and it pisses her off. She can fight it, but she can't hide it. Now her plan is to seduce me. If I were a better man, I'd walk away for the night. Instead, I'm hatching my own plot.
Tinsley bounces down off the karaoke stage and right into my lap. She turns, her legs hanging over my thighs, her ass rubbing into my cock. I know she feels it because she pushes down, and her little pink tongue comes out and swipes her bottom lip.
"Want me to put my jacket back on?" I tease her. On and off she's ordered it.
"When I'm in your lap, it's acceptable." She wraps her arms around my neck, letting out a long sigh. "Why do you have to be the enemy?"
"I don't have to be."
"Could I woo you to my side?"
"I think there are a lot of things you could get me to do." Her chin drops to hide a small smile, one that I know is over what I'd said. It pleases her.
“Tell me you’re not like Biff.”
“I’m not anything like Biff.”
“He’s your friend. Birds of a feather and all.” She scrunches her nose, the dim lights of the bar reflecting off the gold glitteryfreckles she has on again. This is what life should be about. These easy sweet things. It is only now that I realize I have never truly experienced it. I suppose I didn't know how real it was. "Birds fly together," she finishes with utter confidence that keeps me from correcting her.
"He's not my friend."
"Right, you're his lawyer." Her brows furrow together in deep thought. Or as deep as the alcohol will allow them. "If you and I hook up or whatever—" She waves her hand around. I bite back a growl, not wanting to hear her talking about hooking up with anyone. Not even me. It won't be a hookup. It will be a whole lot fucking more than that. "Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest?"
"If I'm Biff's lawyer?" She nods animatedly, making her body bounce and that ass of hers rub on my cock more. It’s pure torture of the sweetest kind. "I suppose that would be for Biff's lawyer." I don’t know for sure because I’m not a lawyer.
"Oh," she says sweetly and lightly, thinking she's being coy before kissing me hard and deep. Her hands slide up from where they'd been placed behind my neck so that her fingers can grip my hair. When she shifts to straddle me, it takes all my willpower to break the kiss. "Hey," Tinsley gasps. "I wasn't done."
"Oh, I know." I stand, taking her with me. "We're just getting started," I tell her, making her smirk. Excitement lights up her beautiful face.
Let's see if that smirk is still there come morning.
Chapter Eleven
TINSLEY
Asmall moan leaves me as I start to wake. I can feel a dull ache at my temples. How many drinks and shots did I have last night? It doesn’t matter at this point. My mouth is dry, and I need water.
