Page 2 of What Works for Us

She reaches over, taking a strand of my burgundy hair and twisting it between her thumb and forefingers. “I own a club, of sorts.”

“That sounds exotic. What kind of club? A dance club?” A feeling of giddiness warms me, thinking I may have found a new friend and place to hang out at. I haven’t been dancing in years, and I’d missed it.

Elena laughs, the alluring sound of her laughter draws me in further. “Well, let’s get to know each other a little better before I take you there.”

My shoulders slump in defeat, so much for that new friend theory. “Oh, I see.” The sad voice that escapes me in such few syllables speaks to my desperation.

“Darling, I’m not turning you away. But I need to get to know you a little better is all.” She tucks the strand she’d been toying with behind my ear, before moving her hand to my arm, lightly trailing her fingertips along the exposed skin.

“Okay.” Her boldness bewitches me. For some reason, I want her to like me. Moments later, I spy two men eye fucking us while migrating our way. “Don’t look now Elena, but we’re about to be pursued.”

“You got the last one, so now it’s my turn. I’ve got this,” she assures me.

“Well hello, ladies. How are the two of you doing this fine evening?” Mr.Tall, dark, and all I wanna do is get laid,says.

“Gentlemen,” Elena begins, “we’re doing well. What brings you our way?” She flirts, and I feel my hackles rise. I just got her, and I’ll be damned if they’re taking her away without a fight.What the hell has gotten into me?

“When we see two beautiful women, such as yourselves, sitting unattended it saddens us. Makes us want to show you that there’s no need to be alone. Not when we’re near.” As the words leave his mouth the lust in his eyes deepens. You can see he thinks he’s got this one in the bag.

I’m sitting here, stunned by the utter nonsense he spews and find myself unable to reply. Thankfully, Elena continued to control the reigns.

“Boys,” she says, turning my barstool, so I’m facing her. She nudges my legs apart with her knees and moves to stand between them. Reaching up, she cups my face in her hands, claiming my lips with hers.

My heartbeat quickens, moisture builds between my legs and everything around us disappeared. She leans back, running the pad of her thumb across my bottom lip and I’m brought back to the present, yet wishing our mouths were still pressed together. Elena speaks, but her eyes never leave mine. “As you can see, we’re not alone.”

“Oh fuck, that was hot. Looking to add two more to your bed for the night?” Meat market voyeur number two says.

“Love,” she addresses me, “do we need others in our bed tonight or am I woman enough for you?” Elena teases, but I’m positive she knows what she’s doing to me.

Once again, the need to regain my composure arises. I grab the stem of my glass, taking a sip from my drink in the hopes that it helps my voice stabilize before attempting to use it. “You’re more than woman enough for me, we don’t need anyone else,” I say, my eyes still glued to hers.

Well, gentlemen,” she turns to them, “you have your answer. Enjoy your evening, I know we will.” Without another word, they turn and walk away.

“Holy shit, did that just happen?” Shocked, I was desperate to seek verification that this really fucking happened.

“That it did. Bartender, we’ll take our check now,” she hollers over her shoulder to him.

When he hands her the check, I reach for my card and ask, “How much is my portion?”

“It’s on me,” she informs me, signing the receipt he’d brought over. Elena stands and takes my hand. “What room are we in?”

This woman’s brazen nature has me so flustered I’m stuttering, “Se, se, seven-twenty-seven. How did you know I had a room here?”Was I seriously going to do this or was she merely going to tie me up and rob me?

“You’re an attractive woman, sitting alone in a hotel bar on a Friday night. Shall we?” she asks. All I can do is nod as I down the last of my drink like a shot and scramble for my purse.

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