Page 1 of Just One Night
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HEATHER
Ibring the glass to my lips and take a small sip, letting the liquor burn its way down to my stomach. It sits warm inside me, causing my body to buzz. Looking around the mostly empty bar again, I sigh.
It’s a Wednesday night, of course, no one would be here. But I’m stressed from school and need a release. And what’s a better release than a one-night-stand with a stranger?
Unfortunately, it seems my pickings are slim tonight. Not so unfortunately, my standards are non-existent.
“Can I get you anything else?” The bartender asks and I give him a bright smile. He’s cute, in a Mormon kind of way. He has light hair that’s neatly styled, dark eyes, pale skin. He’s…notmy type at all. But he might have to do.
“Maybe,” I say, my voice dropping seductively as I lean forward. I run the tip of my finger around the rim of my glass and his eyes drop to it, his throat bobbing. When he looks back at me, I scan my eyes over his body, licking my lips, and when I meet his eye again, his face is bright red. He clears his throat a few times.
“What can I get you?” He says, his voice strangled and breathless. I grin wolfishly at him.
“Maybe I’ll have you,” I say, laughing breathily.
“Ah,” he laughs, his eyes flitting around the room. “I, um, I have a girlfriend.”Well, shit.
“Oh,” I say, dropping my seductress act and sitting up straight again. “Then, no. I’m alright.”
“Right,” he says, his eyes dropping to my chest quickly. “If you think of anything else, let me know.” He turns away from me, nearly tripping and falling as he rushes toward the back.
Yeah, definitely not my type.
I’m so tired of guys like him—guys that just lay there and give nothing back. Or the ones who take orders from me inside of giving them. I’m tired of being in control, I’m ready for someone else to take over, to dominate me, to tell me what to do and to punish me when I disobey.
My thighs clench tightly together just thinking about a man taking his belt to my ass.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
I take another sip, sighing again when I come to terms that it’s going to be another night spent with my buzzy friend. The door swings open and cool air rushes in, making my skin prickle. Loud voices carry throughout the bar, all of them laughing and all of them overly male.
Promising.
I sit a little straighter, pushing my shoulders back and tits out. My hair slowly falls down my back as I look over my shoulder. It’s all men in leather jackets with a patch on the back. Some of them look rough, some look around my age, but they’re definitely bikers. And that’s probably exactly who I need to hook up with if I’m looking for someone to dominate me tonight. When I scan their group again, trying to find the one I want, my eyes latch onto a pair of dark blue eyes I haven’t seen in years and my breath catches.
Reid Salvatore stands in the middle of the group, staring at me like he’s seen a ghost. And I know exactly how he feels.
After the night of Addie’s assault, she cut him and his older brother, Bash, from her life. And, in turn, they were cut from mine, too. Not that I was close with Bash, but Reid and I grew up together and had been close once.
We went to each other’s houses when we were kids. My dad coached his and his brother’s Little League baseball teams. His mom taught me how to bake. But then we became teenagers and everything got messy. We grew apart, only to come back together when he and Addie became friends, then eventually started dating. They’re broken up now and haven’t been together for almost five years.
I didn’t notice how shaky my hands were until I try to lift my glass. The dark liquor sloshes around, my eyes still held captive by his. He blinks a few times, shaking himself awake, then his face shifts into that casual, cocky, boyish charm he’s always worn.
My breath stops when he starts prowling toward me, his head lowering slightly, but his eyes still on me. He’s a predator coming for me, wanting to devour me whole. And I’m going to let him.
2
REID
Idid not think I’d be seeing my ex-girlfriend’s best friend tonight, but here we are. I only agreed to come out with the guys because they’d been bugging me about it for weeks. And now I’m more than happy I came out because seeing Heather right now, with her tight little dress and perky round tits—I want to do bad things to her.Reallybad things.
Her icy blue eyes are round and wide as she stares at me, shocked that I’m making my way to her. She’d always been pretty, but it seems that life has been good to her, making her drop dead fucking gorgeous now.
She doesn’t belong in a seedy bar like this one. She looks like she belongs on a rooftop party in New York, on the arm of some millionaire. Or maybe walking a red carpet with adoring fans screaming for her. Or on the cover of a magazine.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
