“She’s really drunk,” I whisper.
Pippa nods. “And it’s fucking glorious.”
“Maybe we should take her back to the hotel?”
Pippa shakes her head. “Absolutely not. The night is just getting good.” She indicates her head to a handsome stranger standing near the bar. He’s wearing a tight white T-shirt that shows off every muscle on his stomach and black slacks. He’sfucking devilishly handsome, but most of the men here tonight look like they could be models.
“Don’t look now, Amber, but that guy is totally checking you out.”
Amber’s head snaps his way, and she grins. “I should fuck him.”
“You totally should,” Pippa encourages, and I immediately slap her arm.
“Pippa, she really shouldn’t.”
My sister shushes me. “Amber, Eddie hurt you by cheating on you with Jinafer. I can’t think of a better way to get back at him than to fuck someone else.”
“You know, you’re right, Pippa. That sounds like an amazing idea.”
I instantly grab Amber’s arm. “Amber, don’t. You’ll regret it.”
She laughs. “Maybe, but that guy’s really hot. I should at least go talk to him.”
“Go for it.”
My foot connects with Pippa’s and she lets out a squeak before kicking me back harder.
“Don’t listen to her, Amber.”
But it’s too late, Amber’s already gone and skipping away from the table, straight up to the hottie by the bar.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hiss, turning on my sister.
Pippa’s eyes roll obnoxiously. “You’re such a buzzkill, Poppy. Let the girl have some fun.” She motions to the dancefloor where Amber’s twerking her ass in front of the guy, dancing provocatively. “See, she’s having fun.”
I blink, and in those milliseconds, she’s got her tongue down his throat.
“Oh my god, this is such a bad idea.”
Pippa leans back in the booth and grins. “Don’t you recognize him?”
I stare at him a little harder and gasp. “Is he from the show?”
She nods. “Yup, pretty sure he was one of the dancers.”
“Isn’t he the same one that turned us both down?”
Pippa shrugs. “Probably. Come on, Poppy. Stop being such a worrywart and have some fun with me. I want to dance with my twin.”
She grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor, but not before I down my shot. If I’m going to dance, something I’m horrible at, I need some liquid courage.
The music pulses into me as it hits a techno beat, the sweaty bodies of other club patrons pushing us even closer together. Two guys come up behind us and start to grind against our backsides, and for a moment, I just let it happen.
Music blends with roving hands, the colors mixing, his touch creating chaos within me.
“You’re a good dancer,” he breathes into my ear.
“I suck at it,” I shout, giggling when he grabs my tit and squeezes.
