Page 25 of Chasing Sarah

I pull out my card and slide it over to him.

“Are we opening up a tab?” he asks, taking the card.

“Sure.” I shrug and Karley nods.

“I’ll Venmo you some money for the drinks.”

When he moves to open the tab, Karley and I lick a small area of the back of our hands then dap some salt on it.

“Cheers, bitch!” she exclaims with a wide smile.

“Cheers!” I laugh.

We clink our glasses together, lick the salt, and toss back our shots. With a wince, we shove the limes into our mouths.

The tequila burns as it travels down my throat and warms my chest. The contrast of the salt and the lime make the spicy earth flavor that much better.

Excited howls burst from our lips the momentIn da Club by 50 Centblares through the speakers. Hopping off our stools, our bodies move with the beat as we make our way to the dance floor.

We find an empty spot in the middle of the crowd. Arms raised, hips rotating with the music, I let myself escape into the noise.

Large hands grip onto my hips and a hard body is pressed against my back.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” the man says as his hips move with mine. I feel the press of his erection on my back.

I don’t reply, just swaying with him. Karley wiggles her brows at me when I meet her gaze. With a smirk, I roll my eyes playfully.

After a while, I turn and face my dance partner. With my heels, I’m eye level with him and it’s an instant turn off.

It’s not that I’m not attracted to him. He has chocolate-brown eyes and blonde hair. Even with the lighting in the club, I can tell his skin is sun kissed. I just want a mountain of a man to tuck myself against. Someone who can manhandle me. Dominate me.

Just by looking at this guy, I can tell that’s not him.

He dips his head to my ear. “Can I buy you a drink?”

I nod and he takes my hand in his, striding to the bar. I look over my shoulder and meet Karley’s eyes, so she sees where I’m going. She gives me a thumbs up before resuming her dance with a beautiful brunette in a tube top and jean skirt.

We sit at the bar and order our drinks. Tyler, my dance partner, leans on his forearm that’s rested on the bar top.

“So, any particular reason you’re out tonight?” he asks with a smirk.

Now that I’m alone with this guy, I’m on edge. I haven’t removed my hand from the top of drink since it was set in frontof me. He clocked the movement instantly and has – not so subtly – glanced at it repeatedly.

“It’s my birthday,” I reply feigning a relaxed demeanor.

“Happy Birthday.” He nods then lifts his drink to his lips. His eyes quickly shift from me to my drink, then back again.

This mother fucker.

If my brothers have taught me anything, it’s that if someone is acting shady, chances are they’re planning something shady.

“Do you have plans to roofie me, Tyler?” I ask bluntly, tilting my head to the side and raising my brows.

The bartender pauses in my periphery, but my gaze doesn’t stray from Tyler’s. His face blanches before a slick smile spreads.

“What makes you ask that?” The slight increase in his voice’s pitch gives me the answer I need.

I lift my hand from my drink then bring the glass to my lips, eliminating the chance for him to slip something into it. The tension in Tyler’s shoulders cause them to rise nearly to his ears.

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