“Fuck ’em. I’m a lonely analyst; none of them will know me.” She spins around to give us a good view of an itty bitty leather skirt with a matching crop top and sky-high leather boots.
“You’re like a sexy dominatrix.” I slap her ass. She laughs and fluffs up her blue and now purple-streaked hair.
“But seriously, Matteo said it would be fine tonight since it’s unrelated to work, and no one would care,” she says, kissing the girls hello, then pulling me in for a tight hug. “Thank you for coming,” she whispers in my ear. “Now, let’s get a drink and dance.”
I grab her hand and interlock our fingers while she drags me toward the bar. “Hey.” She looks over her shoulder. “I’m sorry for being MIA.”
She picks up my hand and kisses the back of it, and just like that, all is forgiven.
“Everything is on Matteo tonight since it’s his place, so take advantage,” Becks calls over the music when we head back inside.
I glance around the club while we wait, and I’m suddenly self-conscious. This place oozes wealth—both décor and people. “Do I look okay? Everyone in here looks like models.”
Becks doesn’t respond with anything but an eye-roll, then hands me a gin and tonic. “Let’s go dance near those guys.” She points to a group of men leaning against the wall.
Holy shit, what do they feed these guys? They’re a whole different level offine.
“Matteo won’t be jealous?”
She smirks. “Oh, he will. Italians are crazy possessive, but you know me, I love to play games.” She clinks my glass, and we all dance for hours.
Harrison
“I ordered Claud a new life jacket for the boat. She’s going to freak out. It’s pink with sparkles.” Nate announces as his eyes scan the room, checking out every attractive girl who walks by.
Which isn’t hard, almost every woman here tonight is a ten.
He’s going to have slim pickings, though. He refuses to even look at a brunette and will only hook up with blondes and, occasionally, redheads. Tonight’s about ninety percent brunette, which is unfortunate for him.
And if I had to take a wild guess, he’s already slept with half the blondes here tonight since we all run in the same circles.
“Did you hear me?”
My eyes drop to my empty negroni; I’ve been gulping them down like water. I hold the empty glass up to our waitress to order another, “I did, but I don’t like to think about my angel being away from me for two weeks.”
He slaps me on the back. “It’ll be fine.”
“Uh-huh,” I dismiss him. “How about her?” I jut my chin toward a beautiful blonde with killer tits, Nate’s kryptonite.
“Nah, I think I know her. You go.” He pushes my shoulder.
Eh. “Not for me.” I haven’t had an appetite for anyone but a beautiful brunette, and it’s pissing me the hell off. My usual hook-ups that I keep on speed dial haven’t even been doing it for me.
And they always do it for me.
I need to get over the idea of her and get her out of my head, but fuck it. She’s always lingering in my subconscious…her and her lush lips. Especially every morning in the shower, jerking off, wishing she was there on her knees with them wrapped around my cock. All red and swollen.
I adjust myself like a teenager. It’s the new constant state I’m perpetually in.
Horny, hard, and frustrated.
“Not for you?” he scoffs. “She’s fucking hot, or are you still butt-hurt about that chick from my charity event?”
“Fuck off.” I grab my new drink and chug half of it.
“Lizzy’s back tomorrow. She’ll send you the guest list.”
I sigh and take another gulp. “Don’t worry about it. What’s the point anymore?”
