Page 3 of Unconventional Love

“I’m gonna go dance,” Luke yells over the music, confirming the latter. “You comin’?”

I lift my water at him and point toward the floor, shaking my head. “Go ahead man, I’m good.”

My eyes follow him until he disappears into the crowd, causing my gaze to latch onto someone in the middle of the floor. Her arms are in the air, hips moving in sync to the music. Long brunette waves flow down the back of her sequin t-shirt dress. Illuminated by the black lights, the glow in the dark paint lining her exposed skin adds emphasis to the rhythmic motion. She turns in the arms of whoever she’s dancing with, her body now facing me, giving me the perfect view of seductress. The paint continues to the front of her, inviting my gaze to the neon dots just above her breasts.

My cock twitches as her eyes find mine across the floor. I don’t look away, and neither does she.My girl enjoys being watched.

The song changes, and a grin tugs at her lips as the Pair of Arrows remix ofOur Demonsbegins playing. A better song couldn’t be playing at this moment. She knows it too as she gives her attention back to the pixie-haired girl she’s dancing with. Still facing me, the brunette goddess I can’t keep my eyes off of leans her head back, and the girl she’s with captures her mouth with her own. Their kiss is slow and languid, almost as if they’re moving with the music still. When the object of my desire looks back at me, the blacklight amplifies the way she bites her bottom lip. She’s putting on a show for me, that I’m more than willing to attend.

Throwing my arm across the back of the booth, I make myself more comfortable. I can’t tear my eyes away. This girl is mesmerizing. I don’t know what it is about her, but I know I want to find out everything I can.Shit, maybe I should grab a drink, after all.

My mouth has gone dry. I take a sip of water, doing little to quench this sudden thirst. It’s not water that I want. The temptress whispers something in the other girl’s ear before heading to the bar.

I have no interest in the other woman entertaining my girl, so I pull out my phone and mindlessly scroll. I figure Luke will find me soon enough to tell me he’s leaving with a stranger, and I’ll get my excuse to leave too.

“Do you make a habit of staring?” A soft feminine voice draws my attention, and the girl I’ve spent the night ogling is now seated across from me. Lemon drop shots in hand, she makes herself comfortable.

“That depends,” I put my phone back in my pocket and flash her a smile. “Do you make a habit of seducing strangers?”

Her hand flies to her chest with feigned innocence, though I can tell this girl is anything but. “Seducing you? Hardly.”

I chuckle. Between her smart mouth and the new proximity, this girl has me buzzing far more than any form of alcohol could. “Do you have a name?”

She twists her lips to the side, as if thinking before answering. “Jennifer.”

“You don’t look like a Jennifer,” I tell her as I sip my water.

“And you look like you shop in the toddler section of the clothing store. I wasn’t aware we were making assumptions about each other,” she shoots back without hesitation before downing a shot. Not even grimacing when she places the empty glass on the table.

I chuckle at her rebuttal, unable to argue. Despite claiming to be his brother’s, the shirt Luke offered me is about three sizes too small and looks as painted on as the coloring across her body. “You’re trouble aren’t you, Lemon Drop?”

“Lemon drop?” She cocks a brow at the name.

“That’s your name until you tell me what it really is.” I take a sip of my water with a grin, and she laughs.

“Well, Bellend, I can be as much trouble as you want me to be.” She crosses her arms, causing her tits to lift, and damn near making me forget the ridiculous name she just called me.

“Bellend?” I snort. Maybe she’s more drunk than she let on, “Are we making up words now?”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, my girl shoots back another lemon drop shot, and points at me. “An annoying, contemptible man. Look it up.” She adds the last bit with a British accent, furthering my confusion, but fucking loving the interaction nonetheless.

I pull out my phone, fact checking the provided definition. “The glans of the penis?” I retort with an alternate definition of the British slang. “Are you hitting on me, Lemon Drop? Because I promise I’ll provide more than just the tip.”

Her eyes widen, as if a thought just occurred to her. “Oh shit, Jules warned me about people like you.”

“People like me?” I’m caught off guard by the statement.

“Yes, unhinged psychopaths.”

Shaking my head with a dark chuckle, I assure her. “If you want me to be your unhinged psychopath, I’m happy to oblige.” Her eyes are so icy blue that the blacklight illuminates the lust swimming in them at my proposal. “Might wanna ask your girlfriend first, though.”

“Girlfriend?”

My eyes scan the dancefloor, but I fail to find the girl she was dancing with. “Yeah, your girlfriend. The one you were incredibly friendly with a few minutes ago?” I remind her.

She doubles over in laughter as if I’ve just said the most hilarious thing she’s heard all day. “Oh, her? She’s not my girlfriend. She was my barista this morning.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. And she called me unhinged.

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