Page 260 of Rock Me All Night
Meg cuts through us with a quiet, "Excuse me."
And then she's out of sight and out of earshot, no doubt encouraging Drew's rabid jealousy.
The guy leans a little closer. "Kara, huh?"
"Yeah, that's right. Like the girl inBattlestar Galactica."
"Oh, yeah. The butch blonde girl." The guy's hands go to my hips. "She was kind of manly. You're a lot cuter."
Wow, he managed to compliment me and insult an actress all at the same time. This guy is multi-talented.
"You here alone?" he asks.
"That's a tough question." I shake my hips in an attempt to shake off his hands. My body isn't liking his hands. It's flashingNot Drew's Hands.
"You going home with anyone?" he asks.
Well, he doesn't waste any time.
He does not step back or release his hands. He moves closer, presses his palm against my lower back. It wouldn't be so bad if I was wearing something resembling an actual shirt, but that's my bare skin he's touching.
It's normal dancing.
No big deal.
But my body is flashing with that same sign.
Not Drew. Not Drew. Not Drew.
The guy looks me up at down. "What was her nickname? Uh, Starbuck, right?"
"Right."
The guy moves closer. So his body is pressed against mine.
Not Drew. Not Drew. Not Drew.
The song launches into a guitar solo. It's decent, but certainly not Drew.
The guy's hands tread way too low. Nuh-uh, no way. Not normal dancing anymore.
I press against his chest, a firmget the hell off me.
The hands release my ass.
"Hey, what's the issue, honey?" he asks. "You look like you're ready to party."
He pouts. Poor horny guy is going home alone. I feel awful, really. It's tragic.
"Well, appearances are deceiving." I adjust my skirt and top. Forget this. I'm better off going home and drowning my thoughts with sugar and caffeine.
"Excuse me," I say. "I'm leaving."
"I can give you a ride."
"No thank you. I'm swearing off men. They're nothing but trouble."
I scan the room. Where the hell did Meg go, again? Doesn't matter. My car is close enough. I can get there on my own.
