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“I’m looking at my fantasy too.”
She giggles, swaying on her heels.
“If I touch you right now, we’ll both be in trouble,” I say.
“Yeah, but a little trouble never hurt anyone.”
I growl, making her smile.
“Since you won’t touch me …” She cups my cheeks in her hands and lowers her mouth to mine. “I guess I’ll have to touch you.”
I lean toward her, to cut the small distance between us.Holy fuck. But before our lips meet, a hand lightly touches my shoulder.
“Can I get you another drink?”
Blakely laughs, pulling away. “Oh my God.”
My teeth grind together as I try to breathe while not exploding on the server.
“We’re good,” Blakely says, resting her hand on my knee. “But thank you.”
“Not helping,” I mutter.
She laughs again, watching our intruder leave. “You know something?”
“I know a lot of damn things.”
“I was only kidding about coming here.”
“Now you tell me,” I say, shifting in my seat, desperate to find some sort of relief.
Everything on me, around me, and inside me is too much. Too loud. Too pressurized. Too sweet, too intense …too beautiful.
“Wanna go somewhere else?” she asks.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
She fixes the top of her dress. “I don’t want to go back to the suite yet. I’m having fun with you.”
This time, I think it’s my heart that does something funny.
“We’ve already been drinking,” she says. “We might as well finish off the night right. Go all-in.”
I get to my feet. “Who am I to turn down the birthday girl?”
She takes my hand and leads me to the exit.
CHAPTER9
Blakely
“Stop,” I mumble into the pillow.
Instead of stopping, the phone begins ringing again. The sound pierces the air … and my skull.
My eyes are too heavy to open. A massive headache splits my head as I attempt to wake up—a headache so intense and painful that a shot of puke comes up my throat.
My mouth tastes awful. The air leaving my lungs is hot, and I smell …tequila?
