I want to slap him for being so goddamn obnoxious. Instead, I turn back to the bartender. “Can you make it two?”
The faster I’m tipsy, the faster he’ll be tolerable. Hopefully.
“Coming right up.” She grabs another glass and shoves another brightly colored drink at me a few seconds later.
Grabbing both of them, I turn and march past Tobias, heading for the dance floor. I don’t plan to double fist and dance at the same time, but I’m not ruling it out. I take a big gulp of my drink, my eye twitching when the alcohol hits my tongue. That little bartender was heavy-handed with her pours.
Thank god.
I’ve downed half my first drink by the time the DJ takes the stage.
“Welcome to Rave Night at Pandora. I’m DJ LostBoii. Are you ready to party?”
The crowd screams in reply.
“I can’t hear you,” he says, clicking buttons andtweaking knobs I can’t see from where I’m standing. “I said ARE YOU READY TO PARTY?”
Everyone screams louder this time, and the music shifts abruptly to something worthy of ass shaking. People flood the dance floor, bouncing and wiggling to the beat, and I find myself swaying in place.
“Are you going to dance?” Tobias’ voice is at my back, and I sigh. I hoped he’d gotten lost.
“Yep.” I turn my first glass up and drain it, grimacing at the liquor that’s settled at the bottom. Gross. I set the glass on a nearby table. “Don’t feel like you have to come.”
I barely hear his chuckle over the music. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Boring ass.
Not that I actually want to dance with him.
Maybe he can find some pretty girl to flirt with that isn’t put off by his mask. As long as he doesn’t start talking, he should be fine.
With one drink in hand, I head for the dance floor, squeezing my way through the mass of bodies, doing my best to get lost among them. I might not have ever heard of this DJ before, but he isn’t half bad. That, or the alcohol is hitting me faster than I thought.
I probably should have eaten a snack after the concert. Dinner seems so long ago, but it’s too late to worry about it now. With a shrug, I take another swig of my drink and stop in the middle of the floor.
Alone, drowning in the techno beats and deep bass rattling the building, I dance like no one is watching. Ishake my ass and sway my hips to my heart's content, closing my eyes and losing myself to the music. Doing my best to forget that somewhere, in the shadowed fringes of the nightclub, Tobias could be watching my every move.
Chapter 16
Joseline
I try to dance like no one is watching, even though there’s one particular set of eyes I can’t get out of my head. I do my best to shove the drummer out of my mind, drinking, shaking my ass, and finally letting go after weeks of pent up nerves and stress.
This is exactly what I needed. I’m not cooped up in a hotel room, or working hours on end on new aesthetic graphics for clients. I’m living and having an absolute blast.
“Want to dance?” a voice asks in my ear, and I jump, my eyes flying open.
He’s a buff guy with tattooed forearms and a perfectly trimmed beard. His eyes are dark and curious, a handsome grin brightening his expression. He’s pretty cute, not that I care, but it definitely helps.
“Sure,” I say, not seeing any harm in grinding on a stranger I’ll never see again. Besides, that’s what I came here for, right?
He sidles up behind me without a word, and I go to work, twerking and throwing my ass back like I’m being paid for it. I kind of am—my ticket and drinks are being paid for. His strong hands find my hips and drag me back against him. He’s already hard, his boner pressing against my ass through our clothes, but I decide to take it as a compliment.
“You’re very pretty,” he rumbles in my ear as he rolls his hips, pressing his cock harder against my ass.
“I know.” I smirk over my shoulder. “Thank you.”
He laughs, his hands moving away from my hips, one squeezing my ass. I’m a little surprised, but not really bothered. My ass is pretty fantastic; I’d wanna grab it if I was him too.
