Page 5 of Bonded

“Certain type of member? What the hell does that mean? How come we’re not invited there?” She cocks her eyebrow, still waiting for one of them to answer. “What is it… Some kinda ‘moody-fuckers club’?” She laughs. “No seriously…. c’mon guys, why has he gone there alone?”

“Uh, it’s kinda-uh… Not our scene,” Bud glances awkwardly at Oz.

“Not your scene? And what the hell does that even mean? What kind of scene is it?” She turns herself around to look, trying to get a glimpse into the darkness and see if she can make anything out. “Oh, c’mon guys, what the hell’s going on? Why so cagey… Just tell me.”

“Kat, drop it.” Bud says, “Really just don’t uh, don’t worry about it, okay.”

“But why? I wanna know what’s going on? C’mon, you can tell me. What’s he doing?”

“Look, it’s uh, better out here. We like it more here. That… it’s just uh… a quieter place, and you’re right, they’re all moody-fuckers like him. There are more ladies out here. Please Kat, just uh, forget it, all right?”

“Moody fuckers club.” Oz laughs under his breath, “I like that. Though I wouldn’t let him hear you say it.”

Kat might smile, but her curiosity is piqued. “Okay, so I’ll leave it for now. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.”

Zak sits forward, stroking his hand down the front of his tight white tee-shirt. Flexing his chest muscles, he preens himself as two tall, pretty blondes walk past. “Trust me… it’s nothing you need to know about.”

Still curious, she looks again at the doorway and the darkness beyond. The entrance is guarded by two of the largest and most muscled of the security she’s seen so far, and she watches as they turn anyone who comes near away.

“Okay, so drinks are comin’,” Digby smiles, seating himself next to her. Stroking his hand on her thigh, his eyes are drawn to her breasts as the fabric of the jumpsuit bodice gapes open each time she leans forward. He pulls at it covering her over and she grins, staring at him, licking her tongue against her lip, teasing.

“Okay then… Challenge time!” Zak pulls the bottle of tequila from under his jacket.

“Oh, I’m so ready for this,” Kat groans and rolls her eyes. Her green pupils look even more bright as the neon light reflects in them. “So, what do you want me to do? As if I can’t guess?”

“Well, it’s all yours, you just gotta drink it any way you can.” He grins smugly. “Oh, but don’t thank me yet… you can wait ‘til you hurl for that.”

“What… seriously? You want me to drinkallthat by myself? You have to be kidding, that’s the best you could come up with?” She sighs, shaking her head. “Zak, you really have no imagination… But okay.”

“Well, my guess is you’ll hurl before you finish it.” A broad grin fills his face. “Oh, and you have to eat the worm. Chew it, not swallow. That’s too easy.”

“Sure, no problem.” She leans back in her seat, casually sipping the vodka soda. Something about the taste makes her hesitate, and an image of Munroe suddenly flashes across her mind. She shakes the feeling away and forgetting about him, she focuses back on the bar.

Digby smiles, he can see the wind’s been knocked from Zak’s sails with the casual manner that she accepted his challenge and Kat also knows it rankled him enough to cause some tension. Tonight’s about having fun and she needs to rectify it and keep Zak on her good side, especially if they’re now going to be partnered together in the team.

“You know what, I’ll go get some shot glasses and we can make a start. I’m sure you can all join me in one? A toast to me making the team.” She smiles at Zak. “A welcome drink… Partner!”

Zak nods and lets his disappointment go. “Yeah, why the hell not? Hey… I’ll go.”

“No, no, stay there, it’s okay, I’ll get them.”

She stands up, and squeezing between Digby and the table, she brushes her butt against him. He groans and as he strokes his hand around the curve of her ass, his cock stiffens. “Mmm…” he wonders how many times tonight he’s going to have to endure this feeling.

Kat now notices the waitress—the one who moments ago had her hands on Digby, she’s serving drinks at a table close to theirs and as she brusquely pushes past, deliberately she catches her elbow on the edge of the tray. Knocking it backward the drinks tip and spill down the front of the short red dress—soaking her.

“Oh my God… I am so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Kat smiles; Luna glaring with her green eyes focused on her prey.

“Oh my God! What the hell… You stupid bitch!” The hostess, Jacinta, scowls as she brushes the spilled drinks from the front of her dress.

“Really? I said I was sorry. Please, you must accept my apology.”

“You bitch, you did that on purpose.”

“Actually…” Kat hushes her voice, “maybe I did? Take it as a warning. You go anywhere near or touch Digby again and drinks will be the least of your worries. Do you understand me?” Kat looks around checking if anyone noticed but the guys are still engrossed in conversation.

“Well, for your information, Digby and I have history.” Jacinta grins arrogantly.

“Yeah, and the keyword in that statement is ‘history’, it won’t happen again, are we clear?”

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