Page 13 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
No, it’s more than fine.
It’s perfect.
Excitement and nerves collide within me.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this. In all honestly, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.
That last time I dated…
This isn’t a date.It’s a hook-up,I tell myself.Just one night, and where it leads is up to us.
“Fuck, yeah. Did you see who I was seated next to?”
I shake my head.
“Of course you didn’t; you were too busy being lured in by the beauty in green. I can’t blame you though, man. It’s about time you succumbed to your baser instincts and proved to us all that you’re not actually a robot without any needs.”
My brow wrinkles, my expression hardening. “That’s not?—”
“I’m joking. Enjoy her.” He winks before leaning a little closer to the bartender to place his order.
With our drinks in hand, I return to the seats we secured after the meal in the secluded back corner of the room.
She was the one to choose them, and I was more than happy to oblige.
The fewer people who come over and talk to me, the higher chance I’ve got of ending this night anonymously.
“Hey,” she says with a wide smile as I place her glass of champagne in front of her and lower myself to the seat.
As I do, my thigh brushes against hers, sending a potent shot of adrenaline and lust straight through me.
We weren’t sitting this close before…
“So, what do you think about those two?” she asks, picking up her drink and tilting it toward an older couple on the dance floor set up in the middle of the room.
“They’re an old married couple,” I guess.
“Really?” she asks, sounding skeptical.“See, I’ve beenwatching them while you’ve been gone, and the little touches and naughty whispers…I think they’re lovers.”
In our quest to withhold any information about ourselves, we’ve turned our attention to those around us, trying to predict what their lives are like.
Of course, I know many of them, and it’s given me great pleasure to make up bullshit stories about their lives. My favorite has been that Linc is secretly gay and using all the women he’s hitting on as a cover.
“What’s funny?” she asks, noticing my smirk.
“You,” I say, my smile growing. I’m pretty sure it’s the most genuine one I’ve given anyone aside from Sutton and my mom in a very, very long time.
“Well, I’m glad I amuse you.”
“You more than amuse me, stranger.”
She sucks her red-stained bottom lip into her mouth, and a powerful urge to steal it for myself hits me out of nowhere.
“Is that right?” she breathes, her voice taking on this sexy rasp that hits me right in the balls.
“Yeah.”
“So where do you see our story going, stranger?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and looking entirely too tempting.
