Page 103 of Why Cheese?
“Violette?” Cam says. I realize I hid my eyes under my hands. I drop them to my side.
“Yes?”
“You will find Chedward and Brie at the tavern across the street. I’d suggest you go and speak with them.”
“I should…” Roq tries to step away, but Cam’s hand pushes him back. Even though Roq’s got a good fifty to sixty pounds on him, he doesn’t follow me.
“No, our beautiful lady is far more likely to charm them than your sorry ass ever could.”
Roq sneers, but he bows his head. “You’re probably right.”
I take a few steps, then I freeze. “Should I…? Are you coming?”
Cam snickers and I burn to my ponytail.
“With? Are you coming with me?”
“Anything is possible,” Cam adds and my body temperature hits five hundred and fifty degrees.
“Go ahead, Violette,” Roq says. “We have much to discuss.”
I nod to him and take off down the path in the direction Cam indicated. Behind me, I can hear Cam and Roq even as they drop their voices.
“About Marseilles,” Roq says. “I’m—”
“Fuck Marseilles,” Cam declares with such vigor I turn around just as he launches up to kiss Roq. It’s oddly sweet, the two men holding each other—one by the cheek the other by the back of the head.Oh, oh god.Cam shoves Roq onto his back and both men land on the grass. I can only see a manic rolling of arms and hands through the shadows, but the moans tell me enough.
What the hell? My feet turn me around to dash back to their side and…watch.Nope.Maybe…maybe one day, while Cheddy and Brie are tag teaming me from behind. Focus. First, I have to save them, then we can figure out how to make a fivesome work.
Holy shit. I want to fuck four men at once. Thank god my mother can’t see me now.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Neufchatel Necking
“EXCUSE ME. EXCUSE me. Ex… That’s my foot you stepped on. Can you please move?”
Rather than slide his heel, the man digs it into my toes. He turns to look my way and a brick wall of vodka smashes my face. "What’s that?”
“Oh god, I’m blind.” I wave my fingers in front of my eyes, but nothing gets through. Did I die of secondhand alcohol poisoning?
The music shifts and the darkness breaks. Hypersonic squeals are greeted by pulsing light rays dancing from the end of the room. “Phew. I’m not dead,” I gasp and wipe off my brow.
The drunk leers back. “Fuckin’ weirdo,” he whispers while stumbling and sloshing his thirty-dollar drink all over the floor.
“Cheddy?” I try to cry out over the surging music. “Brie?”
If I stop to think about how this is my first time in a real club with alcohol and dancing, I might just turn around and run. The bouncer outside gave me a once and twice over when I asked to go in. He checked my ID as much as he did me before he shrugged and pushed open the door.
Come to think of it, maybe he wasn’t a bouncer at all. Oh god, did I show my driver’s license to a random person?
“Woo! Watch this. Watch!” I’d know that excited cry anywhere. Weaving around pumping arms and sliding bodies, I manage to peer through a wide circle to find Cheddy alone in the center of a mob. He’s got both of his arms out and a smile plastered on his face. Cheddy bends his legs, then launches into the air.
“Ooo,” the crowd cheers.
Cheddy’s large body flies up and starts to spin backward. His head manages to make it to where his feet were, then the ground catches up fast. Too fast!
He lands face-first on the floor in an epic belly flop.
