Page 13 of Champagne Kisses
Adam (Champagne Flutes):Good night, Maya
I put away my phone out of reach to save myself from texting again and slump back on the couch with a sigh. Wow! Talking with customers doesn’t usually leave me with such a goofy smile on my face. I hope I have an update for him tomorrow…
Chapter five
Adam
The music surrounds me, pounding rhythmically as if this club has a pulse. I watch the dance floor from the safety of the bar and see sweaty bodies gyrating in an obvious mating dance, pushing and pressing against one another, hoping to find a partner, if only for the night. Cory dragged Damon here after he complained that his busy schedule and the language barrier made dating almost impossible while overseas. I tagged along for some bro time, but it’s too loud tothinkin here, let alone talk. Cory and Damon don’t seem to mind; they’re in the center of it all, switching dance partners any time the song changes.
I take a sip of my watered down drink and check my watch. While I’m considering just leaving my brothers to their fun, a big, familiar arm grabs me across the shoulders from behind.
“Don’t tell me our baby bro is thinking about calling it a night?” Damon looks like he’s just finished playing a quarterof basketball, but the woman boldly curled against his chest doesn’t seem to mind. She gives me an approving glance, which I ignore.Bros before hos.
“I was thinking about it, yeah. This place is a bit too trendy for me.” Cory comes up behind us and shoves his way to sit next to me at the bar.
“Don’t give him a hard time, D. You know baby bro can’t dance.” I roll my eyes and signal the bartender for another round.
“I can too dance. It’s Jr. who’s got the two left feet.” When Henry Jr. moved to Westchester, all women’s toes in NYC breathed a sigh of relief. The bartender wordlessly replaces my empty glass with a new Jameson on the rocks. At least the service is good. Cory just smirks.
“So why is the missing member of BTS sitting here sulking at the bar instead of tearing up the dance floor with some babes?” Cory does a few exaggerated boy band dance moves, cracking everyone up. He might be a finance wiz kid, but he’s also a huge goofball.
“I haven’t found the right girl yet. I prefer to be more strategic before—“
“The right girl?” Cory interrupts. “For what? It’s just a dance.” For some reason I’m overthinking things tonight and my brothers can tell. Well, Cory can, at least. Damon is pretty busy with his tongue down the bold girl’s throat. They’re making out uncomfortably close to me, and I’m two seconds from letting them know I didn’t agree to a threesome.
“Like I was saying,“ I continue. Cory rolls his eyes dramatically. “Some of us prefer to be more strategic, while others,” I look at Cory and Damon pointedly, “seem to be more about quantity over quality.” Damon briefly comes up for air. Bold girl is now chewing his gum, and I try not to gag.Mono, party of two!
“If you’re looking for quality girls, you’re in the wrong place.” Damon nods to his new “friend”. “No offense.” She seems to take offense, however, as she walks off in a huff, leaving Damon to chase after her.
“And he just made my point. We came out to hang and now he’s going to be chasing after some girl all night.” Cory takes a shot and raises his eyebrow.
“No,youcame out to chill.Wecame out specifically to find some chicks to help Damon with his dry spell. You’re more than welcome to fuck off back to Brooklyn if these women aren’t to your liking.“ Cory’s being a dick about it, but he has a point. Since when do I stress about the quality of my hookups? I survey the crowd and find a busty brunette dancing sensually by herself. I pound down the rest of my drink and make my way over.
“There you go, baby bro!” Cory shouts after me. “Go see if she’s marriage material!” I throw a middle finger up behind me and reach the brunette.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” she purrs. She looks me up and down before turning to grind her butt against my crotch.That was easy.
I put my hands on her hips, guiding her movements. There’s no way she doesn’t know I’m enjoying myself. Any closer, and we’ll need to use protection. When the beat speeds up, she turns to face me, pressing her breasts against my chest. She leans close, purposely letting me feel her lips against my ear.
“I’m glad to see the stereotypes aren’t true.”
“What?” I ask.
“You know,” she says suggestively, and winks for good measure.No, lady. I really don’t.
“What stereotypes?” She finally stops dancing against me, looking at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“The stereotypes about Asian men.” She winks again and drops her gaze to my dick. “I can tell you’re packing some serious hardware.”
My jaw drops and I step away from her immediately. The nerve of this bitch! I head back to the bar, opening and closing my fists in frustration. Damon is already there, handing a drink to the bold girl from earlier.
“What’s up, man? You look ready to punch a wall.” I give him a grim nod and order another drink while I try to cool off.
“A little. The chick I was dancing with said she was glad I have a big dick.” I gulp down my swiftly delivered drink and motion for another one. I straighten when I see the anger in Damon’s eyes.
“Is my baby bro whipping his dick out on the dance floor? Bonehead move, man.” I look at him, thoroughly exasperated.
