Page 85 of Tame Me

“I don’t get it.”

“Have some more.”

Shrugging, I had another puff and inhaled deeply. Again, nothing, so I sucked the smoke for a third time. Moments later, the room tilted on its axis and my eyes couldn’t keep up, as my surroundings melted into a crazy mix of light and shapes.

Lolly fished the joint from my fingers, and as I tried to focus on her image, her face wiggled like I was looking at her through a heat wave. I giggled. I giggled some more. And soon, the two of us were laughing like a couple of drunk hyenas. We passed the joint back and forth until it was finished.

The beat of the music had my body moving, and in a delicious haze, I let it take over.

I gazed up at Mason like a love-struck teenager, and he met my gaze. We were the only people in the room, and the connection between us was raw and true.

He bent over and held his hand toward me.

I reached for it, and the next second, I was on the stage. I didn’t know whether to laugh or gasp as the crowd cheered.

The expectation to do something amazing was excruciating. Flashing my tits was an option, but as they were already out, I rode the crazy, unpredictable moment by lighting up the stage with my stunning moves. The connection between Mason and his guitar was so real, like the instrument was part of his body. His gaze flitted from the guitar to me, and each time our eyes met, I wanted to jump on him and stick my tongue down his throat.

It was an eternity before the song ended. I stopped dancing and just stood there as the crowd eased back from the stage, and the DJ hit us with a dose of Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Lolita grinned up at me, and I waved to her, but I still didn’t move. Mason wove his guitar strap over his shoulder and placed the instrument at his side.

He leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll come and find you in a minute.” He reached for my hand and led me to a set of steps at the side of the stage.

Lolita squeezed me for a hug. “Holy fuck, babe, that was awesome.”

“I know. I can’t believe he did that.”

“You were so sexy up there.”

“Really?”

She nodded a little too hard, and I couldn’t decide if she was lying or not. Lolly went to the bar and returned with two more Cosmos, and we spoke at a thousand miles an hour as we sipped our drinks.

We’d nearly finished our cocktails when Mason returned to my side, wrapped his arm around me, and planted a kiss on my lips again. He was so good at that.

Lolita put her empty glass on the table. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you crazy cats to it.”

“Oh no, don’t go.” I reached for her arm.

“It’s okay. Cal had pineapple, remember?” She wriggled her eyebrows, and I burst out laughing.

“Let’s walk to the tram together.” I didn’t make it a question. “Are you okay to go now, Mason?”

“Sure. Let me grab my guitar.” He turned and strode to the dark curtain that flanked the back of the stage and disappeared through it. He returned with his guitar hanging at his hip. He arrived at my side, curled his arm around my waist, and with Lolly cutting a path through the crowd, we made our way to the exit.

I had no idea what the time was, but there were even more people in the mall than there had been when we’d first got here at ten o’clock. Maybe the marijuana had heightened my senses or something because the crowds seemed much louder, and given that our ears had just been blasted by the music in Elsewhere, it was a wonder I could hear at all.

At the tram stop, Lolly and I wrapped our arms around each other. “I had the best night.” I squeezed her tight.

“Me too. We’re definitely doing this again.”

“I agree.”

“I want to hear all about this stud tomorrow, okay?”

I giggled. “Of course.” I was already missing our Tuesday morning debriefs about my sex life. That was probably the only downside of my promotion.

Lolita’s tram arrived first, and she blew us a kiss before she stepped through the sliding doors. Rather than grab a seat, she hung onto a pole, and within seconds, a man started talking to her. A flicker of worry crossed my mind, but I knew she’d be fine. I’d seen Lolly take a man down at karate who was three times her size. She may look delicate in that dress and heels, but she was lethal when she needed to be. She gave us one last wave as the doors shut, and the tram pulled away.

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