I hang up and turn to Adam. “He can’t make it.”
“Damn.”
I shrug. “Sounds genuine. Seems like his babysitter couldn’t make it.”
The driver takes a left turn onto the ramp leading onto the motorway. It would be such a hassle to turn around now. “Do you want to go out anyway? We could get a drink. Just the two of us.”
He wraps his arm around me and gives me a squeeze. “Yeah, let’s do it. Don’t worry. There will be other chances.”
I put my hand on Adam’s knee, wondering why I feel so flat suddenly. I guess I had been really looking forward to what might happen tonight. It was exciting to think about how badly Adam wants this. About how much it turned him on to think about me being fucked by someone else. Glancing at the driver, I lean close and whisper in his ear. “Maybe we’ll meet someone else.”
Under my hand, I feel his muscles jump. “I’ll have to fight them off with you looking like that,” he whispers back.
By the time we walk into the bar my mood has lifted, and I smile at the bartender as we order our drinks. As he makes them, Adam reaches across and pulls my stool closer to his. “You’re already getting looks. I’ve clocked three people checking you out since we got here.”
“Really?”
He leans in. “Guy on your left keeps staring every time you’re not looking. He’s got a tail, so I’m pretty sure he’s a supe of some kind. Maybe a demon.”
I force myself not to look, but it’s hard.
“Gorgon lady in the booth behind us couldn’t take her eyes off you as we walked in.”
The bartender brings our drinks, and I sip my vodka tonic while Adam scans the room. “There was a minotaur over by the window, but I can’t see him anymore. Fuck, this place is great. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many monsters all in one place.”
“Should we approach one of them? I don’t know if I’m brave enough to approach a demon, though.”
“Why don’t I go take a walk and see if someone approaches you? I’ll just kind of hang out in the shadows and keep an eye on you.”
I chew my lip. “OK.”
He leans in and brushes his lips against my neck in a kiss that leaves me pressing my thighs together. Then he straightens and picks up his drink and walks away, casting a heated look back over his shoulder before disappearing into the busy venue.
I reach for my drink and take a sip, pressing the cool, dewy glass to my chest to draw off some of the heat from my overactive thoughts. We’re really here. We’re doing this. And just because Astor couldn’t make it, that doesn’t mean we have to give up our plans to give this hotwife thing a go.
The gorgon Adam mentioned looks up at me over her drink, and I look away quickly in case she gets the wrong idea. She’s beautiful, but I just don’t think I’m built that way.
My eyes drift to a lone male sitting in a darkened booth across the bar. I can’t make out his face because of the shadows across him, but as he shifts to pick up his drink, his eyes flash bright amber for a moment like a cat in the dark.
His gaze locks with mine, and he lifts his glass to me before taking a sip. I don’t look away, letting the look linger as I bring my own drink to my lips and swallow. Something passes between us, and I drag my gaze away, feeling a prickle along the back of my neck as I turn back to the bar.
Sure enough, a moment later there’s a quiet sound as he draws out the stool beside me and sits. His voice is rich and velvety. It skates over my skin like a caress. “Good evening, beautiful. Your man is a fool to leave you sitting here alone like a morsel waiting to be devoured.”
I shiver, turning to face him with a thrum of energy buzzing in my veins. “Maybe he likes it when other guys notice me.”
The stranger is handsome, with dark features and a smooth-shaven jaw. His brow lifts, and he leans in closer. “And does your man like it when they touch too, or just look?”
My lips curve into a smile as I realize this guy might be playing the same game we are. “Depends. Who’s doing the touching?”
He huffs a laugh and leans back again, sipping his drink and watching me. “You’ve done this before, then?”
My heart skitters in my chest, but I force myself to shake my head. “No. We’re new to it. Have you?”
“Stolen another man’s woman? I’d tell you, but then I might have to kill you.”
I frown. Are we still talking about the same thing?
The stranger laughs again as if I missed his joke and now the joke is me.
