Page 51 of Hell Hath No Fury
I turn and let my eyes wander while I take a sip of my drink. There he is with his two buddies and three women who are dressed much the same as Shan and I are, but their dresses are short and make them look slutty where we try to keep it classy.
"Of course," Jamie says with a sneer. "With those hoochie mamas."
I let out a laugh. "Do they even use that term anymore?"
Jamie shrugs. "I don't know about you, but I do and those three fit it to a T."
"She's right," Shannon adds.
"Seriously," I agree.
I move my gaze away from their table. I'm jealous, almost angry. It's irrational. I have no hold on him. He didn't even realize I was interested until today. Not sure how he missed that. I made it more than obvious. Does a woman have to dress and act like a slut for him the 007 trio to notice their interest? It’s not happening.
Damn it.
Pierce 1. Sullivan 1.
“I see someone I know,” Jamie announces. “I’ll be right over there.”
She’s pointing to a hot guy and we all give a sexy whistle to which she responds by an extra bit of a sway to her hips.
A Rihanna song comes on and Shannon drags me to the dance floor, Levi right behind. I barely have time to set my drink down. We jump right into it—our trio in a line, me in the middle. Our hips sway and roll. I lift my arms and wrap them around Levi's neck, who's behind me. He leans in tight, wrapping his arms around me, resting his hips on Shannon's.
A few different guys dance up to Shan, but she brushes them off until she finds the one she wants. He's blonde, tall, and very pretty. She always goes for the pretty boys.
"Don't look now but 007 has spotted you," Levi whispers in my ear, laying it on thick by biting my earlobe.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder with a come-hither smile and fuck-me eyes.
"He's not enjoying the show," Levi tells me.
"That's too bad. I am." I laugh.
We bump, sway, and grind through countless songs before I need a break.
"I’m going to get something to drink."
Shannon smirks. "I'm going to continue to flirt with Mr. Sexy."
Levi's already working his way over to his own Mr. Sexy.
And mine? I don't even dare look at mine. I make my way to the bar.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asks.
"An ice water and a Captain and Coke," I order. I look around the bar and there's a very good-looking man staring at me from a few stools over. I smile in return. He takes that as the go ahead and makes his way over. I'm not sure if I want him to, but now I have no choice.
"Hi," he greets.
"Hi."
"Saw you out there on the dance floor. You've got some serious moves."
I laugh. "My friends give me the courage I would never have dancing alone."
"You should. Have courage when dancing alone, I mean," he mutters.
Okay. Maybe he's a little cute, even with his gelled back hair. The hair totally reminds me of Ross from Friends. That's about it though. He's not bad looking, but he isn't someone who'd grab my attention. I only noticed him because that actor I drool over is still down the bar and this guy was in the way.
