Page 51 of One Taste
Nope. I’d rather stay blissfully ignorant.
Brielle slaps a hand down on my thigh, both scaring me and hurting me. “You know what you need?”
“Fuck, Bri,” I rub my hand on the inside of my thigh hoping to soothe the sting.
“Sorry, she shrugs. “I got a little excited for a minute. We should go to this Halloween party at one of the bars near campus Friday night, find you someone to take your mind off Sebastian.”
I’m already shaking my head before she finishes the sentence. “I’m not going to a Halloween party near campus. That’s creepy, Brielle. Why would I want to hook up with some college kids?”
“It’s not a college bar,” she says as she rises up from the couch. “It’s a barnearcollege. I saw the poster for the Halloween bash on the subway. We’re going. Just for a couple of hours. I refuse to sit here for another weekend listening to you whine about Sebastian.”
“Nope, I’m not going. Halloween parties are lame.”
Brielle quirks an eyebrow as she cocks her hip. “You don’t even do parties so who are you to say a party is going to be lame? I’m the fun one. Trust me. We’re going and you’re going to find someone to get under to get over your Sebastian issue. I’m telling you he’s not the only guy in the tri-state area who has a big cock and knows how to make a woman come.”
“I’m not going.”
“You are.” She throws over her shoulder as she heads down the hallway. “You better get used to the idea by Friday.”
* * *
“This damn pleatheris sticking to my legs,” I complain exiting the cab. “Why do all your Halloween costumes, and I use that term loosely, look like you bought them from a sex shop?”
The exhaust from the cab nearly chokes me as I wait for Brielle to pay the fare and get out. I lost the battle on not coming out tonight after she went on and on about how she wasn’t going to listen to me complain about Sebastian again and if I didn’t come out, she would order strippers to come to the house. This is the lesser of two evils. Well, maybe. I’m going to have some major sweat and chaffing issues with this red devil suit that’s more like a body condom for my torso.
“Oh stop,” she says as she stands next to me smoothing out her own costume. “I offered youWonder Woman,but you choose the devil.”
“That was before I actually saw the costumes.”
She levels me a stare. “Really? They’re Halloween costumes for women, what did you think a devil costume was going to look like? And, by the way, that is one of the more conservative ones.”
The bottom of my ass is barely covered, and the neckline of this dress dips into a V so low, I couldn’t wear a bra, I’d hate to see what the other versions look like.
We head toward the entrance of the bar, which is bustling with people dressed up. It’s loud and lights are flashing. It’s like a mini club inside this place. Shot girls weave in and out of the crowd dressed as Playboy bunnies.
“What do you want to drink?” Brielle asks as we find a small space at the bar to squeeze into.
“Gin and tonic with a lime, please.”
I find myself checking out the scene as we wait for our drinks. Brielle was right. It doesn’t really look like a college crowd. My eyes fixate on a group in the corner. There’re a few men standing there laughing and bullshitting. All pretty good looking from here too.
“See anything you like?” Brielle asks handing me my glass. “There’re quite a few I wouldn’t mind taking me to the back.”
“Indiana Jones looks hot.” He laughs and throws his head back and for some reason I hear that sound above all else going on around me.
“Let’s go over there.” Brielle tries to nudge me forward.
I shake my head. “We just got here. I need a drink or two for liquid courage first.”
We hang back near the bar, but I can’t help looking back over there every few minutes. Brielle has been chatting off the ears of the men next us, pouring on her charm, but I still can’t tear my attention away from Mr. Jones. I trace the curve of his ass with my eyes and when I get back up to his face, he’s looking right at me.
My cheeks flush and I turn away quickly.
Damn. I should have tossed him a saucy wink or licked my lips. Done something sexy instead of turning away like a scared little girl.
Ugh, this was such a bad idea. I don’t even know how to play this game in today’s world. I’m so far out of the dating loop. My last boyfriend was an accountant who worked in the same building as me. We met at the coffee shop next door after he spilled coffee on my shoe.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickle just before a sensuous voice whispers in my ear.
