I heard what she said, but the green-eyed monster missed it, and he is demanding for her to repeat it.
Her shoulders square as her chins lifts into the air. “I have to go on a date with Rhys,” she says more forcefully.
Her eyes lift and lock with mine. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Loving the whip of feistiness in her voice, my lips twitch as I repress a smile. “Nope, no problem.”
Her chin dips, then her shoulders sag. I angle my head to the side and peer into her downcast eyes.
“Why would there be a problem? You said there’s no possibility of you losing. So unless you’re going to recant your statement, I’ve got nothing to worry about.”
She tries to hide her smile, but the whites of her teeth peek out the sides of her cocktail glass. Suddenly, she cringes and downs the remainder of her drink in quick succession. Following her fretful gaze, I spot Rhys sauntering towards us. His sole focus remains on Ava as he moves through a gathering of women vying for his attention. Jealousy places a stranglehold on my throat when I see the eagerness of his strides. He looks like a kid in a toy store who’s told he can pick any toy he wants. His choice is a pretty little doll named Ava.
“You ready?” he questions, waggling his overly manicured brows at Ava.
Expelling a deep exhalation of air, Ava stands from her chair and runs her sweaty palms down the front of her dress. The frown on her face remains firm as she thrusts her clutch into my chest.
“Can you save my seat?” she questions, her voice quivering.
Nodding my head, I sit in her barstool and swivel to face the crowd. My back molars grind together when Rhys and Ava move towards the dance floor hand in hand. When they reach the edge of the wood-lined space, Rhys releases Ava’s hand and paces to the DJ’s booth at the side.
Maverick, the DJ, smiles a beaming grin when Rhys points to Ava fidgeting nervously on the edge of the dance floor. WhenScream and Shoutby Will.i.am and Britney Spears mellows, a new, very familiar beat beams out of the speakers. My eyes snap to Ava. Her appearance is fretful, her face pale. Releasing a deep breath, she rolls her shoulders and loosens her toughened stance.
No way, the old Ava would never be brave enough to do this.
When Rhys moves towards her, bopping along to the beat of the music, a cock-twitching smile stretches across Ava’s face. As the song progresses, the color in Ava’s face returns. I spit my beer when the song hits the chorus and Ava starts ponying on the spot.
Oh, yeah, she’s going there.
I slap my hand over my mouth, trying to conceal my chuckle when Ava lassos her arm in the air. The crowd surrounding the dance floor congregates closer to Ava when her “Gangnam Style” dance moves rapidly gain her the attention of everyone under the age of twenty-one. I stand from my chair, stretching to my full height when the crowd circling Ava blocks my view of her completely hideous but somehow arousing dance moves. Side-splitting laughter tears from my lips when she places her hand on her cocked hip and impersonates PSY’s famous side-step to perfection. Mine and numerous other male eyes dart down to the globes of her ass when she bends over to flick her knee.
By the time her dance solo is finished, I have tears streaming down my face and a hard-on my trousers are unable to contain. I’ve also smiled more the past three minutes than I have the previous two years.AndI swear to god, I’ve never been so fucking hard.Just imagine, if Ava has enough gall to get up in front of hundreds of people and dance like nobody is watching, what would she be like beneath the sheets? Bedding a woman who’s not only confident in her skin but also willing to try new things would be a riveting experience. Just the thought of taking Ava out of her comfort zone has my cock twitching.
After curtseying to the wolf-whistling crowd, Ava gathers her ten one dollar bills from Rhys and paces towards me. Her face is flushed, her nape is dripping with sweat, and she has a knock-your-socks-off smile plastered across her face.
“I seriously didn’t think you'd do it,” say Rhys, jogging to catch up to Ava.
My teeth grit when he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in close to his side.
“I told you I knew all the moves,” Ava replies.
Even though she is talking to Rhys, her eyes remain steadfast on mine.
“Yeah but most girls are all talk. You followed through. That’s a rare find these days.”
Nearly as rare as your teeth still being in your mouth, I gabble to myself.
Rhys leans over the bar and signals for a bartender. “Tammy, another piña colada for Ava and I’ll have a double of vodka.”
Ava plops into the vacant barstool next to me. “I’m loaded,” she murmurs, fanning the one dollar bills in the air like they have a few extra zeroes written on them.
“Tuck them into your pocket, cause you’re going to need them when I show you how real people dance.”
She props her elbows on the bar and tilts to my side. “Is that a challenge I hear seeping from your lips, Mr. Marshall?” she quips, her tone drenched in playfulness.
Losing the ability to keep myself in check, I lean in intimately close to her side. I’m so close, her sugary sweet smell engulfs my senses, making my cock even stiffer.
“That’s not a challenge, baby; that’s a sure-fire promise.”
