“Why do you keep being blown away when I’m bitchy?” I counter.
“Oh, did you just admit to being a bitch?” Ben lifts a little. Greg pushes him back down.
“Stay still,” Greg snaps.
“I’m not a bitch,” I huff out.
“No. You are not a bitch at all.” Ben smirks, letting his eyes roll shut again.
I watch as Greg finishes up the tattoo. It looks good. Greg barely changed a thing about it. Something about knowing the famous Ben Parker is going to have my artwork on his skin forever makes me feel warm inside. He may not be able to see it, but my mark will be there forever.
When Greg grabs the spray bottle, I reach for it.
“May I?” I grin.
“Uh.” Greg freezes.
“Just let her do it,” Ben says. “She likes to inflict her fury on me from time to time.”
“And you like it,” I snap back, as Greg passes me the bottle. I point the nuzzle at the fresh tattoo and squeeze.
Ben hisses and I grin, giving it another squeeze.
“Jesus.” Ben chuckles.
“That’s enough.” Greg laughs, wiping down the tattoo.
Ben groans as Greg pats it dry. He tapes a layer of plastic over it.
“You know the drill,” Greg says as Ben sits up.
“Sure do.” I watch as Ben tugs on his shirt and slips on his jacket. “Now let’s keep the rebellion rolling and get you wasted.”
I roll my eyes, even as a smile tugs on my lips. I’m really enjoying my night out with Ben. It may not have started on the best terms, but he has found a way to improve what could’ve been a really bad evening.
I fear I’m starting to like the person I am with him. I might not be able to go back to the Prue my parents expect me to be. Ben might have done what he set out to do.
Released the wild girl who lives inside me.
And maybe, just maybe, I like being her.
FOURTEEN
I getus into the club easily. I know the bouncer, so he doesn’t even check our IDs. He lifts the rope for us to cut in, much to the anger of the people waiting to get in, but I don’t really care about that.
Prue keeps her hand on me as I lead us to the bar. Squeezing past people who do double takes when they see me. I haven’t been to The Galaxy in a bit, sticking to more low-key bars where I can hear myself think. For getting Prue drunk I thought a club would be better, and this one is one of the best.
It’s loud here, so she would be less likely to mouth off. Even if she did, I wouldn’t have to hear it. Instead, I could get her to focus on having fun.
I order shots of Jameson, two for her and two for me. I don’t plan on getting too wasted myself. I want to make sure I can keep a good eye on her. I promised her I’d look out for her, and I meant it. She deserves to have a good time without having to worry.
She takes the first shot and makes a face, her little nose scrunching up as her lips pucker up. I hand her some water. The best chaser is water, not soda. Water keeps you hydrated. Soda just adds sugar to the mix which is how hangovers happen.
The second shot she holds in her mouth too long, making the burn worse. I can’t help but laugh at her inexperience.
“Rookie mistake. Never let it sit in your mouth,” I whisper in her ear. “Swallow it quickly, like you did my cum.”
A light blush floods her cheeks as she rolls her eyes.
