Page 9 of Snapdragon

“Yeah that’s me,” he stops, turning to shake my hand. The warmth of this closeness is intoxicating. I can definitely feel that whiskey kicking in for real now.

“I’m Cian,” he says, leaning forward and getting more in my space. Oh, this man is into me. Thank goodness, I need a good sexy night to clear my head from everything going on.

“Flora,” I say, a little breathless. “And that’s Rosie.”

He turns to look at her, “It’s a pleasure.”

His hand moves to my lower back as he guides us forward, the pulsing sound of the club music coming from down the hall.

“I couldn’t allow two beautiful ladies to be left standing out in the cold.” He grins at me, waiting for the reaction to his compliment. I smile up at him and flutter my lashes a little. “Would you like to join my friends and I for the evening? We have a private booth, that’s where I’m going right now.”

“Hmm…” I say, pretending to think about it. “What do you think, Rosie?”

She twirls a flirty piece of her hair around a finger, “I guess a booth could be nice.”

“Then it’s settled.”

He keeps his hand on my back as we head down to meet his friends.

His friends are fun. Cian is fun, actually.

His lighthearted and playful flirting is exactly what I needed. He twirls me around on the dance floor, the golden sequins of my dress changing colors with the lights.

I’ve consumed a few more drinks now, the champagne and cocktails flowing at Cian’s booth. From what I’ve gathered so far, either Cian or someone else’s Dad is important in the government or something like that. So I think they get special treatment, or they’re super rich. Probably both.

I don’t mind why we’re getting it, as long as it keeps coming and Cian’s warm body still feels as good against mine. He spins me around again, before pulling my back tight against his front. His arms wrap round me and hold me there as we sway to the music.

I feel Cian’s hands caress my waist before moving down to grip my hips. He tugs me closer against him, his hard cock pressing into my back.

I groan, tipping my head back and grinding against him. A warmth is pooling in my pussy and I make the decision to go home with Cian tonight. His cock feels so good pressed against me.

I twist in his grip and press my stomach against him. Looking up, I give him my best bedroom eyes, our dancing long forgotten.

His pale blue eyes find mine and I stretch up on my toes. I want him to kiss me, and I am giving him every signal that I can think of.

He leans down, his face close to mine. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, his hands gripping me tighter against him.

He bends further and I hold in a disappointed sound when he moves to the side. He runs his nose against my neck before speaking in my ear.

“I would love to kiss you right now, Flora.” He grinds against me again, a little thrust involved this time and it is so difficult to hold in my moan. “But I can’t be seen doing much more in public…. My Father would have my head.”

His hand distracts me from his words, leaving tingles behind as he runs it up and down my back. “I’m sure you have to worry about that too? With your singing?”

Hmm…? Oh, yes. Conversation. I’m having a conversation.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I guess I am pretty important too.”

I giggle at my own joke, but he’s taking me so seriously. It’s kind of adorable, actually.

“How about we hang out at the table a bit more? I’m not going to be able to control myself if we keep dancing like this…”

I let him take my hand, pulling me along behind him. I hold in a disappointed sigh. This was a bust. Maybe he might still want to go home with me, though.

But when we get to the table, he tells me he’s going to the bathroom and deposits me with Rosie.

“That was weird,” I tell her. “I think he is worried about publicity or something, I don’t know. All I know is that asshole got me super horny and then fucked off.”

“Fuck him!” she declares, taking a gulp of her drink. “Here,” she says, passing me a cocktail, “drink up. You’ll feel better.”