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I nod. “Yep.”
“Okay, Tia. It’s your turn.” Megan taps her fingers on the table as she glances around the bar.
“I got one,” Eric shouts. “Tia, you have to go twerk on the dance floor.”
Tia gets up and walks to the middle of the bar while Apple switches to a slower song. That doesn’t stop her though. She places her hands on her knees and starts jiggling her ass, garnering more than a few passing stares.
We all howl with laughter as she makes her way back to us.
“Okay, your turn, Ivory,” Tia singsongs as she sits down.
“I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” I decline.
“You can’t!” Tia pouts. “We’ve all done one.”
I shrug. “I’m not in the mood tonight. Can’t we just sit here and enjoy the rest of the show?”
“You’ve never backed down from a dare, Ivory,” Eric taunts, parroting my earlier thought.
He’s right. Besides, every dare so far has been tame compared to some of the
situations we’ve found ourselves in before.
I take a sip of my drink. “Fine, let’s see what you got.”
CHAPTER 6
SPIKE
“Better watch it,or you’re gonna turn into a creeper.”
I glance over my shoulder at Skye who’s wiping down the bar even though she and the other bartenders at Purgatory keep it relatively spotless. I’ve been here for hours, scoping out my options, but the last thirty minutes I’ve been focused on the group in the corner. More specifically, the chick in the shiny mini-dress and stilettos.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter before downing the rest of my beer.
“Why don’t you go over and introduce yourself?” she suggests as she gets me another beer.
The girl throws her head back and laughs at something, and her smile practically lights up the smoky bar. My cock stirs behind my zipper, and I don’t even bother to hide having to adjust myself.
“Maybe I will,” I reply, no longer trying to deny that I’m interested.
“Go get ‘er, Spike,” Skye calls while I start to walk toward the group.
Apple’s song comes to an end, and the closer I get to them, the more I can hear their conversation, and the more intrigued I become.
“Okay, your turn, Ivory,” the girl who was just twerking singsongs as she sits down.
Finally, a name to go with the face.
“I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” Ivory declines.
“You can’t! We’ve all done one.”
She shrugs. “I’m not in the mood tonight. Can’t we just sit here and enjoy the rest of the show?”
“You’ve never backed down from a dare, Ivory,” the only guy in the group taunts.
She seems to think about what to do before taking a sip of her drink and declaring, “Fine, let’s see what you got.”
