Seconds from my bladder bursting, I accept his invitation. “Okay. Thank you.”
Smiling a victorious grin, he offers me the crook of his elbow. After accepting his odd gesture, we stroll down the long hallway, gaining many admiring eyes. We’ve never met before, but Christian is clearly well known.
Nerves tap dance in my stomach when we arrive at a room at the end of an elaborate corridor. Christian removes a gold key from his pocket and places it in the lock. Once it’s unlocked, he sweeps open the door and gestures for me to enter. He points to a set of white double doors in the far corner of the room. “It's the door on the right.”
I make a beeline for the bathroom with my bladder cheering in delight, grateful it’s about to be emptied. After doing my business, I wash my hands in the sink, taking in the expansive bathroom in the process. A Jacuzzi tub sitting in the middle of the room. A double-headed shower is concealed behind a tiled wall, and they not only have a toilet, but also a bidet.
Once I’ve dried my hands on amazingly soft towels, I pace out of the bathroom. My throat dries when I spot Christian sitting on the edge of a huge bed. “Do you feel better?”
Warmth creeps across my cheeks from his brazen question. Upon spotting my flushed look, he smiles again, loving that he’s made me nervous.
I blush even more when he says, “You can come over here, you know.”
“Umm. . . I have to get back to my friend. She's waiting for me downstairs.”
An awkward stretch of silence crosses between us. I feel a little uncomfortable being in this vast room alone with him. Not because he’s freakishly good-looking, but because we’ve only just met. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.
My breath hitches when Christian strolls my way, his wolfish gaze making my palms sweaty. I’m glad he’s comfortable in his own skin, but his cockiness is somewhat overwhelming. Once he stops in front of me, his lust-riddled eyes run down my body.
“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” He’s standing so close, his breath fans my heated cheeks. “I’ll only touch you after you beg me to.”
Air traps in my throat when he seals his mouth over mine. His kiss starts slow, but in no time at all, my legs are close to buckling. He knows how to kiss.
A whimper escapes my mouth when he inches back from our embrace. “Are you ready to beg yet?”
When my eyes flutter open, I catch sight of his lewd smirk. He thinks one kiss will have me eating out of his hand.
He’s wrong.
I might look like a shy wallflower, but I’ve learned a few lessons in my short fifteen years. The main one: how to spot a player from a mile out.
“Not even close.”
Christian’s mouth gapes as his pupils widen. I return the seductive wink he gave me earlier before sauntering out of the room with a newfound spring in my step, not once looking back at the player who just got played.
When I amble past the toilet, I notice there are still six people lined up.
Thank goodness Christian kindly offered up his private bathroom.
Once I glide down the stairs, my eyes float around the room, seeking Emily. There’s a band playing Fall Out Boys’ hit son “Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down” on a stage against the far wall of the sitting room, and a mass group of people are dancing in front of them.
I stop to admire them for a few seconds before I spot Emily in the far corner of the room. She isn’t looking too good. When I leap off the bottom step, a guy with shaggy blond hair steps into my path, blocking my exit. He has a guitar strap curled around his shoulder and is strumming in sync to the song the band is playing. I stare at him, stunned he’s performing in the middle of the living room instead of on the stage. He’s obviously part of the band because he’s very talented, but why isn’t he with them?
My palms grow sweaty when the attractive blond catches me gawking at him. His deep blue eyes are even sexier than his panty-wetting face. He has shaggy locks and a body that could only look better with less clothing.
Grimacing with embarrassment about my flaming cheeks, I divert my ogling eyes away from him. His deep, scrumptious chuckle crumbles the wall I just built around my heart. He’s loving my shameful attempt at decorum.
After flashing me a quick smirk, he struts to the stage, never once faltering on his awe-inspiring performance. Once he’s out of sight, I bolt to Emily, my legs pumping as fast as my heart.
“Oh my god, have you seen the band? They’re as hot as hell!”
“What band?” Her slur reveals she snuck a couple of glasses of wine while I was away. When she attempts to get a better look at the band, she nearly loses her footing.
“Oh shit.” Giggling at her unusual drunkenness, I curl my arm around her shoulders. It takes everything I have to keep her upright.“How many glasses did you have?”
“Just a few.” She leans in closer. “I bub ya, Jen Jen.”
A giggle rumbles out of my lips. She’s a very loved up drunk.“I love you too, Em, but it’s time for us to go home.”
