Page 46 of Rebound With Me
“What should I drink tonight?” she asks, her face lighting up. “Wanna know what kind of mood I’m in?”
I stop and turn to face her. “I know exactly what I’m gonna make you to put you in the mood I want you in.”
“If it’s another Orgasm, you’ll have to work up to that.”
“Hey do I look like an amateur? First I make you a French Kiss, but only if they have lavender bitters here, which they might not. Then you get a Hanky Panky, and then you get the orgasm.”
“Why, Mr. Devlin, I will remind you that I am a lightweight. You better choose one and choose wisely.”
“Ihavechosen one,” I say, and kiss her on the cheek. For the first time ever, I know I’ve chosen wisely. I put my arm around her shoulder and open the door to the back room.
The amber up-lighting, chandeliers, exposed brick walls, leather seating and deep red velvet curtains create a cozy sexy vibe, but right now the room is packed and warm and thumping. I didn’t realize we were so late to the party. The DJ is playing 50 Cent’s “In Da Club,” and everyone in here is going nuts. The whole room is a dance floor. I can see Eve in the middle of the room, dancing with her wife and pointing to herself, yelling “It’s my birthday!”
Even our uptight lawyer is shaking his arms and attempting a heel toe step. I guide Nina through the crowd a few feet, then turn to face her, my hands slide down to her hips, I position my leg between hers, and I try to ignore how surprised she looks that I’m actually dancing. Like what—does she think I’m too cool to dance? I grab her ass and pull her as close as possible to me, my thigh right up in there between her legs, where I could live for days, and it only takes a second for her hips to start moving back and forth, her arms up in the air, head nodding to the beat like everyone else in here.
She moves her shoulders and ribs in a way that is very impressive, and I can’t stop my hands from sliding up under her tank top. I did warn her this would happen. She smirks, so hot, puts her hands over mine, and pushes them back down to her ass. I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it. I kiss her, and within seconds, we’re making out so hot and heavy. We’re pressed up against each other, and everyone else is so into doing their own thing, I don’t even care that my whole sales team is in here somewhere.
She finally pulls away from me and runs her hands through her hair while mouthing the words to the song at me—twist!I guess the youngsters in Bloomington listen to hip-hop too.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Eve making her way over to us, holding her giant margarita glass up over people’s heads, and staring at Nina with her face all scrunched up like she’s scrutinizing her. “Go shorty,” I yell out, “it’s your birthday!” But she stops right next to Nina and yells out: “Miss Parks?!”
Nina freezes, stares at Eve. Her eyes widen and she says: “Tyler’s mom! Hi!”
“Oh my God! Hi!” Eve looks at me, crazily pointing between herself and Nina. “We know each other! She taught my son last year! Holy fuck!” She slaps my shoulder. “HAH!”
Nina has slowly let go of me and stepped back, straightening up her clothes.
Eve takes a huge slug of her margarita, then almost spits it out and yells out at Nina: “I don’t usually drink like this, I swear!”
“I don’t usually dance like this, I swear!”
“Oh my God I almost didn’t recognize you with the make-up and the earrings and the Vince, but oh my God! It’s Miss Parks!”
“Happy birthday! You must be having so much fun!” Nina says, trying to change the subject.
I should be more surprised that my business partner already knows Nina, but my brain is too busy picturing “Miss Parks” in a buttoned-down blouse, tight skirt and spiky heels, holding up a ruler and telling me to stay after school because I’ve been a bad boy.
I have to physically shake my head to rid myself of that image.
I can’t believe it didn’t occur to me that Eve would actually know Nina. Eve hardly ever brings her son around to the office or talks about him, because she’s always talking about “separation of church and state.” I think she just doesn’t want all us guys thinking of her as a mom first and foremost, as if we thought of her as anything other than a kickass broker who’s a cool lesbian with a hot wife.
But it makes me strangely happy to know that Eve and Nina knew each other before Nina knew me. It’s another social connection beyond our lying cheating exes.
It may take a while for Nina to see this as a strangely happy connection, though. I can tell she’s horrified that one of her student’s parents has seen us grinding away on each other.
Eve yells out that she’ll talk to us later and wades through the crowd to talk to one of our clients. I look around and don’t see my Dad or Gabe. I yell into Nina’s ear: “You want that drink now?”
She just shrugs her shoulders. “I guess?” She shakes her head and covers her face.
“Hey. What?”
“It’s Tyler’s mom!”
“It’s awesome!”
She shakes her head. “It’s humiliating.”
“Why?”
