He flips me off and I turn my attention back to Izzy. I need to watch her closely and wait for the moment that I can get her alone. What I’m going to do after that, I have no idea, but it’s definitely going to involve me kissing the hell out of her.
And hopefully more.
5
BOOBS AND ESCAPE PLANS
IZZY
I can feel him looking at me. It takes everything I am not to return his gaze. I’m forced to laugh and react to the boys as if I don’t have a care in the world—when nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t know what it is about Caleb that gets into my head. I truly don’t. All I know is that everything about him makes me weak. I want him and I hate him in equal parts. He makes my body flush all over, and I have to resist the urge to beg for his kiss. Begging is not in my DNA. It’s not who I am, and I hate that he makes me feel weak.
I also love it.
Thankfully, by the time Caleb and Grifter got here, my game was mostly over. I’ve just been toying with them and talking with the girls. Caleb completely misunderstood everything I was saying about club life. There’s a difference between looking down on something and just not choosing it for yourself. His opinion of who I am as a person shouldn’t hurt me so much, yet it does. I have no idea why. I don’t know the man and after today, I really would prefer to stay far away from him. Besides, if my brother were here, he’d already flipped his shit at the way Caleb keeps staring at me.
“Izzy!” Monique squeals.
I look across the room to see her running toward me at full speed. I bite my lip to keep from calling out for her to slow down before she falls out of her shirt. Monique is one of the newer club girls. She’s a gorgeous, fuller-figured, spicy Italian who is full of life. Just a few years older than I am, she has lived in a club most of her life. She has long, dark hair and mesmerizing brown eyes. Her greatest asset, however, is her triple-D breasts. They’re all natural and as perky as the best boob job money could buy. They seem to defy gravity itself. I don’t care what it says about me, but I freely admit that I’m jealous of them.
“Hey Monnie. I was wondering where you were. You better be careful before you give yourself black eyes,” I giggle.
“Bitch,” she laughs. When she gets to me, she hugs me tight. I’m thankful that I’m taller than she is. If not, I would probably smother to death. I’m not the kind of girl who would enjoy motorboating. “I wanted to thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I respond at once.
“The hell I don’t. You know how expensive Mom’s sugar medicine is. Those samples you keep giving me are keeping her going. I don’t know how to thank you, Iz.”
“We’re family. You don’t thank family,” I argue.
Monique’s mom lives on a fixed income of SSI. Her monthly check is only a little over eight hundred a month. She can barely afford groceries. I help by giving her samples of her sugar meds. It’s not a lot of help in the grand scheme of things, but it’s something.
“I don’t agree, but I’ll let it drop. Are you here for a while?” she asks.
“I have a couple of days off. Spring break and all that jazz. I’m almost finished and ready to start my next phase. I’m excited—and more than a little scared.”
“I don’t know why,” Monique says. “You’re going to be a top-notch surgeon. We all know it.” She pulls me in for another hug and I smile. “Girl, who is that fine piece of eye candy eye-fucking you over by the bar?” she whispers in my ear.
I let out a long sigh. “He’s trouble. Feel free to go distract him so I can get out of here. If you do, I’ll be in your debt,” I practically beg.
“Oh, please. You’ve done so much for me that I’ll do whatever you want. I got to tell you though, distracting hot blondie over there is no hardship. Are you sure you want me to step in, though? I mean, Izzy, you know I definitely know men, and I have to tell you, everything about that man over there screams a rock-your-world good time.”
“Trust me. I want nothing to do with that asshole. He thinks I’m a judgmental, stuck-up, spoiled bitch and basically said that to my face. I want nothing to do with the asshole.”
“Then, consider me your diversion, girl. Got to say it’s a yummy assignment,” she laughs. “Call me before you head back to Lexington. Okay?”
“I promise,” I agree at once. She gives me a wink and then sashays over to Caleb, her ass cheeks peeking out of her shirt.
She’s doing what I asked. I know this is my best chance of getting out of here without having to talk to Caleb. Still, I can’t deny that the thought of him with Monique is almost painful. I don’t like the idea of Caleb with another woman. The realization of that makes my heart skip a beat. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I do know I need to stay far away from Caleb.
In fact, I think I’ll head back to Lexington tonight and not come back here. It’s not what I want, but I know in my heart that I need to limit any interaction I have with Caleb going forward. I definitely need to make sure I escape him tonight. In fact, I need to go home and take a very cold shower.
Damn it all to heck …
6
ORGIES, CONDOMS, AND OTHER TERRIBLE CONVERSATION TOPICS
IZZY
