Carmen stopped in her tracks when a beautiful brunette stepped in her path. Before she could go around her, the brunette kissed her. She closed her eyes as the woman pressed her soft marshmallow lips against her own. She’d had her fair share of kisses from women, but never while in this heightened state of awareness. The woman placed a hand on her chest and squeezed one breast while she tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss. She tasted like Pina colada and smelled like Chanel. Although Carmen was intrigued, she didn’t feel any heat. As she ran a hand down the brunette’s cheek, she found herself more interested in her moisturizer than feeling her up. She was distracted by a slide of tongue before the woman pulled back. She was drop-dead gorgeous with full candy apple lips, dark eyes, and long, straight hair. She also had a great smoky eye, a dress with a daring plunge, and five-thousand-dollar shoes.
“You into threesomes?” she asked.
“No,” Carmen said apologetically. Apparently, a pretty face wasn’t all it took to get her in the mood. The human needed to own a dick. Good to know.
“You sure? I thought you’d be up for it.”
Carmen was too selfish to be involved in a threesome. “Maybe another time.”
The woman pouted. “Boo. That sucks. My boyfriend won’t let me invite a guy, only another woman. I’ve been scoping out the floor for an hour. You’re the only one we both agreed on.”
“I’m flattered, but I’m not into women, only men. Where’d you get your dress?”
The woman’s eyes lit up. “You a local?”
“Yes.”
“There’s this great boutique on Westin and Lincoln called The Look.”
“I’ll check it out.”
“You sure you’re not interested?”
“Yeah, but thanks for asking,” Carmen said courteously.
“You taste good. Just one more.”
Carmen accepted the second kiss. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation aside from the lip gloss, which was messing up her own.
“Looking for a third?”
Carmen pulled back and felt her euphoria vanish when she saw Angel. He was dressed much as he had been this morning in black jeans and shirt. He was seriously underdressed, but he stood out among the crowd. It was that face and his arrogant, bad boy vibe that made women take notice and men edge out of his way just in case he was the real deal.
“Hey, babe,” he said.
Did he think she was someone else?
“I like the red,” Angel said and winked. “It suits you.”
The fact that he picked her out of the crowd when they had only met once, and she had a new hairdo and wore a mask was stretching coincidence too far. “Are you stalking me?”
“Does that turn you on?”
“Yes,” the brunette gushed and flushed when Angel turned to her. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Angel said genially. “You two looking for a third?”
The brunette bit her lip. “I’m supposed to find another girl, but you’re …” The brunette cast a furtive look around. “If you’re around later, I think I could slip away from my boyfriend.”
Angel looked back at her with a raised brow. “And you, Carmen?”
“I don’t do threesomes. I’m selfish.”
Angel grinned. “What a coincidence. Right now, I feel the same way.”
Carmen tried to slip into the crowd but was brought to a halt by Angel, who wrapped an arm around her middle.
“Seems like neither of us can help you tonight,” Angel said.