Devon orders our drinks as my eyes scan the crowd. I expected to walk into a mass orgy. Turns out I was wrong.
Verywrong.
Drinks are passed over and I watch as Erica and Devon take off in the opposite direction of where I head.
I can’t get far because a familiar face stops me in my tracks. Well, a mostly familiar face.
"Dax?" I whisper hiss.
“No.”
“What?”
Confused, I drop down onto the free seat next to him.
“My name is Drake.” A fake mustache—that looks more like a caterpillar on his upper lip—twitches.
“Drake?” I snort laugh.
“It’s nice to meet you…” he trails off, extending his hand.
This is how we’re going to play it?
“Cora.” I smile, taking his hand. “Can I ask why you’re here tonight,Drake?”
“Well, someone I know was going to be here so I wanted to make sure they were okay.”
“I think they are.” I sip on my drink.
Dax—or Drake, as I should call him—sips on a dark, brown liquor.
“Much different than I thought it would be.”
“Right?” I rest my hand on his thigh without thinking about it. “I didn’t think this is what it would be like.”
“Way more sex?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Does it make you feel better about yourfriend?”
“It does. It’s obvious she doesn’t need me here, so I can probably go.”
“No,” I blurt out, grabbing on to his forearm. “I want you to stay. I mean, stay for your friend.”
“Okay.”
Dax links his hand with mine. An electricity I’ve never felt spreads through me. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed—orlet myself notice—just how soft his hands are. Dark brown eyes lock onto mine, swimming with emotion.
Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?
“Need anything to drink?”
I jump a foot, banging my knee against the table as a server checks in on us.
“I’ll take another bourbon,” Dax says. “I’d go ahead and get her another glass of wine.”
“Thank you.”
“You okay?” Dax asks, rubbing his fingers on my knee.
