“Yes!” Leah punched the air. “He’s fucking hot. You should so do him, babe.”
I was now beyond shocked, stuttering I tried to find the right words. “You. You guys, um, do realize I’m your boss, right?” I tried to keep the teasing out of my voice.
“And you do realize this is a sex in the city party, right?” Tia retorted. “So, instead of fucking some random dude tonight, call the hot Trent Shaw and show the man you love a creamy-filled cock and not just sausage and eggs on a Sunday morning.”
I choked on my drink. My cheeks flamed before they all broke into a fit of giggles at my expense. When I finally managed to breathe, I shook my head. “I’m not sure which is worse. You girls urging me to cheat on Zayne or insisting that I need sex? And especially from an arrogant ass like him.”
“I bet he’s one of those controlling dominant types in bed.” Leah wiggled her eyebrows, totally ignoring my comment. ‘You know, slap that pussy, type.”
“And with a voice like his, the sex is probably a lot wetter than this dry Martini.” Debbie lifted her glass in a salute.
“Maybe he’s into the whole whips and chains stuff.” Nina slapped her cheeks like a freaking ad forHome Alone.
“Would you girls listen to yourselves?” I barely kept from yelling. My agitation more to do with the myriad of thoughts running through my head that their teasing initiated than anger over their suggestion. “Did you even hear a word I said?”
Leah laughed. “There’s a whole world waiting out there for you to explore, Rika. Looks aside, I think Trent’s persistence is precisely what you need. And I’m sure Zayne won’t mind you taking a lover.”
Tia threw back her head and bellowed with laughter. “Oh, my God, guys, look at her face.” She pointed to me. “Jesus, babe, we’re messing with you. But you need to get into one of those guys' pants pretty soon.”
I gave up trying to argue a point I wasn’t getting across. “One of these days I’m going to have sex so hot, it’s going to make your pussy jealous.” I scrunched my nose at her, earning a round of laughter from everyone.
“Atta girl.” She slipped a hand around my shoulders and plastered my cheek with a wet sloppy kiss.
By the time we staggered into the fourth club, a name I couldn’t pronounce because my words were beginning to slur into each other, I had no idea what disastrous combinations I’d drunk. Not only had the girls kept plying me until I was drowning in alcohol and could barely stand, but they’d also dared me into smoking marijuana. I’d completely forgotten about Trent, Zayne, or their effect on me until I had the intense feeling of being watched. I scanned the club and saw nothing. Nina waved at me from the dance floor. I left them when my aching feet couldn’t take it anymore. Tia had followed me back to our reserved booth. That was three dances ago.
Now, I sipped the drink Tia handed me and tapped my feet in time to the music. Another few minutes and I felt the weight of invisible eyes on me again, like static over my skin. I peered into every dim corner until my gaze connected with a man dressed in black, standing across the room. Either I was too drunk or he was too far to make out but the knowledge that he’d been watching me stirred butterflies in my stomach. For just a beat I wondered if it was Zayne. Nope. I stupidly shook my head. He wasn’t the club type. Trent maybe? The immediate thought popped up. I grinned. With the copious amounts of alcohol in my system, it gave me the courage to wave at my secret admirer. Watching in anticipation, I waited for his arm to lift, but much to my surprise he didn’t wave and I felt disappointed. Was I imagining this man? I broke the connection to grab Tia’s arm.
“What’s up, babe?” she asked.
“I think Trent’s here. Or it could be Zayne. He’s watching me.” God, was that slur my voice? “Dark hoodie, across the room.”
“Why the fuck would he be wearing a hoodie in here,” she garbled. “Where?”
“Did I say hoodie? No, I meant a suit or something black? Shit. I’m drunk.”
Her line of sight followed my unsteady hand in the direction I pointed. “I don’t see anyone.”
I looked back to where I’d seen the man only to discover he was no longer there, either I was very drunk or I was very very drunk, but I was sure that I’d seen him. Laughing at myself I leaned into Tia.
“Maybe you’re horny and looking for someone who isn’t there,” Tia teased. “You need to get laid, babe. Zayne or Trent, make a choice and get your fuck on.”
“Why not both?” I mumbled. Mouth agape, Tia yanked at my top and peeked inside then reached for the zipper on my pants. Frowning, I shoved her roving hand aside. “What the hell are you looking for?”
“You,” she replied then at my blank look, added, “what the fuck have you done with the real Rika?” She giggled. “Earlier, you bitched about cheating on Zayne. Now, you want to fuck both. I should get you drunk more often.”
“Whatever.” I shook the craze out of my drunken brain and shot up from my seat, teetering on my heels. “C’mon, I need to pee.” I grabbed her hand as a server approached us.
She held out a tray with two drinks before setting them on the table. “From an admirer.” I looked in the direction she pointed and sure enough, the man in black lifted his hand in a slight wave, his face still not visible. Optimistic that it was either Trent or Zayne, I waved back then thanked the server.
“Let’s go,” I said to Tia.
“Never turn down free alcohol.” She held out the drink my admirer had sent over. I shook my head, tightening my thighs to keep from peeing right there. “C’mon, Rika, one last drink then we can visit the ladies.”
“Fine.” I took a few huge gulps of the awful tasting vodka and tonic before my bladder warned me that I needed the bathroom desperately. Scrunching my face against the bitter taste I couldn’t get used to, I tugged Tia’s arm. “Drink up. I need to pee as in right now.”
Instead of drinking, she set the glass on the table. “I’ll drink it when we come back.”
The resonant bass vibrated through my body as I pushed through the dancing bodies, following Tia to the bathroom. My head resembled spun cotton wool together with the roving strobe lights, made it hard to keep her in my sight. Thankfully, I reached the passage to the bathrooms without tripping over myself. A long line outside the ladies had me cursing. “Jesus, Tia, is the room spinning?”
