“I’ll have a whiskey please, neat,” I replied. That was my typical order whenever I went out. It was sophisticated and smooth.
I was enjoying my drink when I felt a warm presence slide into the seat next to me.
“Hi, there. Can I buy you a drink?”
I turned to see a curvaceous blonde smiling at me. She wore a very short red dress that did little to hide the pair of double Ds that were begging to be released. That fiery red lipstick was a tempting invitation…Out-of-town sex doesn’t count, right?
I smiled. “Sure, what’s your name?”
She motioned the bartender over to us and stuck out her hand for me to shake. “I’m Destiny. What’s yours?”
I grinned. “I’m Drea, but my friends call me Dre.”
We sat and traded flirtatious lines for a while until I finished my drink.
“So, how about you come up to my room for a night cap?” She placed her hand softly on my arm, and my skin heated at the touch.
Mackenzie didn’t have to know, and I could just send a quick text to Blair and let her know not to expect me back. It wasn’t like I owed her an explanation.
Destiny stood and lightly brushed her fingertips down my back. It felt like my skin was on fire as her fingers trailed lower and lower. Then she motioned me to follow her.
Something deep inside ate at me at the thought of Blair upstairs and alone. She would be alone all night if I went to Destiny’s room, not that I cared, but…
We were miles away from home, and it didn’t seem right to abandon her. What if the room caught fire or there was a burglar? Deep down I knew I was making excuses. As much as I didn’t like her, I knew what it was like to feel alone. Not to mention, Cara would be so pissed if I left Blair on her own.
I sighed. Fucking Blair Sterling. “I’m sorry, darling, I can’t. I have to get back to my roommate."
She shrugged and slid me a card. “If you change your mind, that's my room number.” She kissed my cheek and walked away. I wanted to cry when I saw her juicy round ass walking away.
I have to get back to my roommate?What a fucking idiot!Why do I care how she feels?
I closed my tab and headed back upstairs. I wanted to take a cold shower and relieve some tension…
When I got off the elevator, I opened the door to my room and almost tripped over my own feet.
Blair was standing in the corner of the room, digging through her bag, completely naked. Holy fuck, I was not prepared for that. I only saw the back of her body, but what I did see had me clenching my thighs together and suppressing a groan.
Her hair was wet and curly, and her tan skin had water droplets trickling all the way down to her… Yup, I can confirm that her ass was in fact perfect. I was glad I stopped after a few drinks.
I quietly went to the bathroom without Blair noticing and took a cold and very long shower.
Chapter Thirteen
Blair
It was the morning of the literary festival, and I shot Cara a text, trying to be as nice as I could be:
Me: It’s festival day, and where is my publisher?!
Cara: I’m sorry, doll. There was a family emergency. I’m upset that I can’t be there. How are things going? Is Drea still alive?
I looked over to the other side of the room. Drea was getting dressed. She had on a white sports bra and black boxer briefs, and I had to peel my eyes away. Good God!
Me: Yes, still alive. I need to get ready.
Me: Also wtf, Cara… one room?!
Cara: ??
