“Yes.”
“Okay.” She slowly nods her head before looking around and tugging me back behind her towards the bar. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
There’s a slight hop in her step as she walks away and I watch her as she struts back over to the stairs, which takes her back up the empty warehouse. Not being able to stop wondering what she’s up to.
“Get you another?” I hear a call from behind me. Glancing around, I see a petite woman looking back at me.
“Sure.” I nod my head before I turn back around, immediately fixated on Tatum again.
“Sorry about your parents.” She says as she sits down the bottle on the bar and I glance over my shoulder at her. “Come on, everyone around here heard what happened.”
“Thanks.”
“She’s special?” She says it and I can’t quite decipher if it’s a statement or a question, but she nods in the direction which Tatum just walked off in.
“No, just met her tonight.”
“That doesn’t matter.” She laughs again. Before I feel a slight tug on my arm.
Turning around, I’m surprised when I see Tatum looking up at me, a smirk as her hand comes up, gripping around my neck and pulling me back down to her.
I have every intention of making a comment about her being jealous as her lips press on mine. Until her mouth opens, causing mine to follow suit, and she aggressively slips her tongue in. I’m almost shocked when I feel her press a pill to my tongue before she pulls away from me, smirking up.
Her eyes lock onto my throat until she watches the bob of my Adam’s apple as I swallow. Pressing her lips to mine again, my back smacks against the bar top, but I don’t care. My hands skim over her body before I pull we pull away, both of us panting.
“You better watch yourself.” I warn.
“Why?”
“Keep playing like that. I’m liable to bend you over the bar and fuck you.”
The instant pink hue to her cheeks and her eyes widening causes my cock to press hard against my zipper.
“Bullshit.” She whispers back, a smirk spreading on her lips as she completely pulls away from me and walks back towards the dance floor.
I’m pushing off the bar, following behind her. “Yeah, she’s not special.” Echoes from behind me.
I’m sure people are watching as I stalk towards her. I hear a couple of people call out to me, but I don’t even falter as I watch the sway of her ass in front of me.
Catching up with her, I reach forward, gripping onto her arm, spinning her back into me.
“Don’t tempt me like this. You won’t like what happens.”
“Doubtful.”
“I already warned you.”
“How’d you know I’m not in to that?”
I’ve never met a woman who has left me with a loss for words, but right now, I just stand staring at her, and hoping like fuck she’s being serious.
“But are you too much of a pussy for that?” She steps into me, challenging me. She doesn’t know who she’s talking to. I watch as her pupils barely dilate. If I wasn’t so close and focused on them, I wouldn’t even notice.
Pulling her into me, I laugh as I look down at her. “Bullshit.”
“Try me.”
Gripping her by the back of the neck, I pull her closer to me. Moving us over to the far wall. I know a few people send us questioning looks, watching us to see what’s about to happen, but I don’t really bother to look over and scowl at them. They’d be fucking stupid if they tried anything. If they want to fucking watch, let them.
