I glance at my empty glass, not realizing I’d sucked down the delicious drink, and nod. “Please. Make it a double.”
Time to get drunk.
Time to dance.
Time to start living my life because what the fuck have I been doing?
Not a damn thing.
That’s all changing.
And maybe Locheran can help me with that.
Chapter 2 – Locheran
Iwill not fuck her.
I will not fuck her.
I will not fuck my best friend’s wife’s best friend.
Farrah is tempting me.
She’s dancing with Evangeline in the middle of the makeshift dance floor. They’vebeendancing for at least thirty minutes. The song currently playing is awful. One I used to hear all the time when I went clubbing in the early 2000s. I can’t remember the name, but it talks about getting low, a window, a wall, and sweat dripping down balls.
Seriously?
Whatever.
The song was on the list given to me by the bride after Xander asked me to be the DJ.
Not that I’m paying much attention to the lyrics of any of the songs tonight. I’ve been watching Farrah move to the beats. She’s not a terrible dancer either. Right now, her arms are above her head, and she’s swaying her wide hips. She does this move with her hands next, twisting them in the air before burying them into her red hair. She’s let it down from the elegant updo she wore to the ceremony, and it falls in loose curls over her shoulders.
My eyes trail down the rest of her thick body… from her perfect breasts and soft stomach to the pale leg poking out of the slit of her green dress.
That leg is calling to me.
I need it wrapped around me.
Farrah closes her stunning blue eyes as her hands smooth up and down her sides and—oh, shit, she just tripped over her own foot.
Thankfully, Evangeline was there to catch her.
Okay, now that I overhear Farrah animatedly speaking to Evangeline with slurred speech, I realize she’s quite drunk. It takes a lot of human booze to get me wasted. Faerie wine is a different story. That shit will fuck me up. Still, it’s been a while since I was as sloshed as my beautiful mouse is right now.
What the hell?
Why did I just refer to Farrah asarodent? Asmyrodent?
I mean, she is cute and tiny like a little mouse, and I just want to hold her in my hands and kiss her little button nose.
Okay.
The five glasses of whiskey I’ve hadmustbe affecting me more than I realize.
All the guests have gone home for the night, and Xander signals to me to shut down the dance party.
I hand over my DJ station, which is just a laptop hooked up to some speakers, to the staff Xander hired to set up and take down equipment. I’m ready to go home, drop my human form, and fuck my hand to get thoughts of Farrah out of my head.
