Page 90 of XOXO

“Spilt my drink, when…” I freeze and my breath gets caught in my throat when I come face-to-face with Shayla. “Hey, you,” I say with a smile.

“Bobby, that you?” Colleen lifts my mask. “Damn boy, you clean up nice.”

“The lobby look so…”

“Sophisticated?” I shrug.

“I was thinking sexy.” Shayla giggles.

“Shots!” Colleen passes out glasses.

“Oh, no.” I push her hand away. “I’ve got to go. Need to help with the silent bids.”

“Bobby! Don’t be a pussy. It’s a fucking party.” She pokes her finger in my chest.

“Woo! Party!” Shayla waves her hands above her head.

Pushing Coleen’s painful finger away from my chest, I stare at Shayla, wondering what’s gotten into her.

“As Dimebag Darrell would say, ‘drink it or wear it.’ Your choice.” She pushes the glass into my chest.

Jumping back, I take the shot from Colleen before another accident happens.

“Drink it!” Shayla shouts before chugging down the brown liquid. “Woo!” She slams the glass down.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” They chant while pumping their arms.

Holding the shot in my hand, I look between the two of them. I’m not much of a drinker. Sure, I enjoy a white wine spritzer, but I steer clear of the hard stuff. However, something inside me would do anything to make Shayla smile.

“Over the lips, through the gums, watch out stomach cause here it comes.” I lift the shot glass as they squeal with delight.

Opening my mouth, I tilt my head back, pouring all the liquid into my mouth, swallowing quickly before I taste the alcohol.

Too late.

I shiver as the bitter liquid makes its way from my mouth, burning its way down my throat straight to my stomach.

“Ack.” I twitch while they continue to yell. “What the heck was that?” I smack my lips and stick my tongue out.

“Tequila, baby.” Shayla bops my nose.

“Tequila?” I ask in a high-pitched tone.

“You did that like a champ; didn’t even need the salt and lime. You’re a badass, Bobbylue. Another round.” Colleen circles her hand above her head.

“Bobby?” Judith snarls over the radio.

“Well, hello there.” Mr. Walker appears out of thin air next to me, causing me to jump, but not scream.

Thank God.

Standing between me and Shayla, he rubs her lower back. I’ve never wanted to break a man’s arm so badly in my life.

“And who might you be?” His eyes never leave Shayla’s breasts.

She looks up at him, batting her eyes while sucking on the straw in her glass. He licks his lips watching her with lustful eyes. I want to jam my thumbs into his eye sockets.

Where are these thoughts coming from?

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