“Coming right up!”
Once we have our drinks, we move to a booth in the far corner of the club away from the dancefloor. It’s not much quieter but it’s a whole lot less claustrophobic. Dwight and Quinn slide into one side and Logan and I sit opposite them.
We talk and laugh between our drinks, and Quinn makes sure the drinks keep on flowing. I’ve never been one for drinking alcohol, but tonight, if I have any chance in pulling a guy for the night, then I need to be at least on the tipsy side.
Call it liquid courage.
An hour later, Quinn pulls me onto the dancefloor. I donotknow how to dance, and despite my protests, Quinn points out that I’m never going to find someone while sat in the booth with two sexy men flanking me. It’s a fair point, but I’m never going to find a guy while making an ass out of myself by attempting to dance. She grips my hips and shows me how to move, just swaying side to side.
How hard can it be?
We begin to find a rhythm and I begin to shadow her movements, twirling on the spot and running my hands through my hair as seductively as I can, and I’ve found that I quite like dancing after all.
“Seen anybody yet?” she asks, her lips at my ear.
I shake my head, letting my eyes scan the mass of people for anyone who catches my eye, but there’s only one man who does that, and he’s sat in our booth, his eyes fixed onto me. Even from this distance I can feel the heat of his stare on my skin and just knowing he’s watching me makes my heart beat a little bit faster.
Just then, two hands come around my waist to rest on my stomach. “You wanna dance with me, babe?” a man asks, his cheek pressed against mine as he leans into me from behind.
I twist around to find a cute guy staring down at me. At least six-foot tall, cropped blonde hair and deep hazel eyes. He can’t be much older than me. He’s attractive.
“Sure,” I reply, looping my arms around his neck as we begin to sway together.
Maybe this is the guy who can take me home tonight?
A wide grin breaks out across his face as his grip on my waist tightens, bringing me closer to him so his crotch is grazing against mine.
I thought that there would be fire burning deep in my belly at the feeling of his hands on me, I thought I’d feel something. But I don’t.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, his hands roaming over my body, his touch rough and hurried. His hands come to rest on my ass which he squeezes, before leaning down to kiss me, but I pull away, pushing back against his chest.
I don’t want my first kiss to be like this.
“What’s the matter, babe? You want this, right?”
“Um... N-no. Sorry. I-” I continue to push him back.
“Come on. Just one kiss.”
“No. I don’t want to.”
A dark figure emerges in my periphery heading straight for me and suddenly, the man is wrenched away from me, his shirt wrapped up tight in Logan’s fist.
“She said no, dude. Backoff.” Logan’s voice is low and hard.
I’ve always seen Logan laughing and cracking a joke, this is a whole new side of him that I’ve never seen before, and despite the inappropriate timing, a jolt of pleasure courses through my body, straight between my legs as he wedges himself between me and the man.
The man must see something in Logan’s eyes because he backs away, disappearing through the crowd.
Logan turns to me, cupping my cheek in his hand and bringing my face up to look at him. “You okay?” His eyes search mine, worry and anger knitted across his face.
I nod. “Thanks.”
“Dwight told me your plan to find a man for the night. If all you wanted was a fuck, all you had to do is ask."
“I... What?”
“You and me, we could make magic, baby.”
