“Oh, sweetheart, just wait.”Her grin turned wicked, and she smacked my ass when I got to my feet. “We haven’t even started.”
One.
Two.
Thr—
The music pounded against my ribs hard enough to throw off my counting.
One-two-three-four.
One-two-three-four.
One-two?—
Someone laughed too loudly behind me, and I lost the rhythm again.
“Fuck.”
My fingers twitched against the sweating glass in my hand as I walked toward the back of the room.
“Relax, Cry Baby. You so probably have this.”
Melodie slid up beside me and pressed a kiss to my neck. Her lipstick felt like wet chalk on my skin, and the cracking coat felt calming. I didn’t know anyone but Natalie…and the men from the foliage room, but they weren’t exactly talkative. Having Melodie was…nice.
“You look like you’re about to interview for an accounting position. Lower your damn shoulders and unbutton a few buttons for god’s sake.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I protested, feeling her nails drag against my neck as she pulled the buttons loose.
“You know exactly how. It will come naturally. Just smile and be your quirky self.”
“No.” I swallowed. “I know statistics, and what you taught me in the span of a day and a shower…”
She laughed, and the sing-song tone was nice to hear amid the bar's harsh noise.
“No, sweetheart. Statistics don’t make someone want to kiss you. Make eye contact and tell him you noticed him.”
Across the room, the man caught my gaze and then looked down at his beer. He was so attractive I felt nearly giddy. What was this feeling? And why was my cock thick?
Brown hair, wire-framed glasses, and a sweater vest.
Maybe Melodie had picked him because he looked more uncomfortable than I did, like he’d apologize if someone bumped into him.
He was reading some kind of book, and I wondered if it was about sex by the blush on his cheeks.
Why bring a book to a bar?
My kind of person.
Melodie popped me on the ass, and I hastened my steps.
“You picked the cutest little nerd in the room,” she loudly whispered, and I turned around to give her a look.
“I did not,” I hissed.
“You’ve been staring instead of walking. Move your fine ass.”
“I was…reconning?”
