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Jack nudged the hand clutching her glass—her other glass, because the first one was up to her lips—and inclined his head. “You don’t mean him, do ya? Over your right shoulder.”
Her heart started to pound so fast s
he actually felt dizzy. What would he do when he saw her? Should she flash him her bare pussy? Would that be like a mating signal, giving him permission? And God, was she really getting drunk off half a mixed drink?
“Not smart to skip dinner,” she mumbled, looking where Jack had indicated. She saw blond hair but this guy’s was halfway down his back in a messy ponytail. “Uh uh. Spencer never misses a trim. I’ve never even seen him with stubble.”
“Spence? Why the hell didn’t you say so?”
Jack winked when she turned back around, but she definitely didn’t get any friendly vibes now as she had from the guy manning the door. He might as well have licked his lips, his meaning was so clear. Christ, did her competition come with a penis?
“I’m sure he’s upstairs,” he continued. “Hooked up with Nina first thing. She’s delicious.”
Kelly choked on her drink. Great. Nina probably didn’t feel like a gangly wannabe sex kitten who’d somehow snuck into the lion’s den. “Were they…” Jack wasn’t her best friend. She couldn’t get dirty with him, at least not until she’d had a bit more to drink. “Getting busy?”
“You mean fucking?” He gave her a kindly smile as he moved down the bar to fill another order. “Not right here but that’s usually the way of things. You know?”
“Yeah.” Watching her boss have sex would definitely make this a night to remember. “Can I bring a drink upstairs?” she asked, pushing aside her empty glass.
“Sure. He’s probably in the steam room. They both like it hot.”
Kelly didn’t stick around to chuckle with her new pal. She eased off the stool and skirted the edge of the roped-off dance area with its strobe lights and smoke machine. She sidled through the crowd, taking in all the couples—and sometimes three- and foursomes—twined around one another, hips gyrating to the pumping music. A stiff breeze and some of these chicks would be getting pregnant. They were dancing that close.
She hurried up the narrow winding flight of stairs to the second floor. Immediately the noise level dropped and rhythmic Middle Eastern music replaced the driving club beat. Exotic-sounding instruments accented the sinuous melody, adding to the feeling of surreality. She’d truly stepped into a whole new world.
She took a deep breath and sandalwood incense singed her nostrils. Or maybe it was the marijuana. Hard to tell.
Sipping her drink, she glanced around the wide, low-ceilinged room. Everything was red. Walls, carpet, couches. It looked as if someone had blown up a watermelon. When her gaze landed on a pair on the couch in flagrante delicto, she inhaled deeply. God. The guy’s pants bunched around his ankles and his bare white butt flexed as he plunged into the beautiful caramel-skinned woman beneath him. Her legs were practically behind her ears. Kelly could hear her moans from across the room but the middle-aged couple reading the paper beside them didn’t seem to notice.
As the woman’s moans turned to shrieks, Kelly sucked down another mouthful, nearly swallowing the tiny cherry-laden sword in the process. She whirled away and stared at the glossy picture of overripe fruit on the wall until the woman had finally calmed down and her own heart rate began to slow.
What was she doing here? The idea of home seemed ridiculously appealing at the moment. She had no clue where Alana had gone and she’d probably be the laughingstock of The Book Nook when she walked in the door tomorrow. One of her coworkers had to have found her PDA. It was the most likely scenario, since she’d had it before lunch. Sure, she might’ve dropped it in the parking lot outside the store, but she doubted it. She had that kind of luck.
Hell, they could be dissecting her private code over wings and beers at the Double Burger at that very moment.
And Spencer’s cock was probably balls-deep in the delicious Nina, who probably whimpered through her orgasms like a porn goddess.
To distract herself, Kelly dug out her cell phone. Somewhere along the way, she’d turned it off. Well, that would make it hard for Alana to get a hold of her, wouldn’t it? After a moment’s debate, she called her friend. And got voicemail. How shocking.
Thanks, Alana. Appreciate the support.
Resigned to her fate, she pocketed the phone and took another few sips of liquid courage, and again faced the lounge.
Most of the scattered groups of people were deep in conversation. Though why people chose a sex club to get philosophical, she didn’t know. Other than bendy chick and white butt, who’d swapped missionary position for doggy-style, and a couple of girls engaged in a marathon French-kissing session, no one was touching each other. Or even partially naked.
She could handle this.
Three doorways branched off the main room and she headed for one before the last of her nerve packed its bags and headed for Tahiti. She had to pass the pair screwing on the couch on her way out but instead of looking away, Kelly found her gaze drawn to the ripple of the guy’s thigh muscles as he powered in and out of the woman’s cunt. The man’s and woman’s gazes locked and she whimpered, caught in his spell.
Just as Kelly was caught. She heard the whimper rise in her own throat, begging to be released. She wanted to be taken like that. Without mercy and with complete devotion.
The man jackhammered his hips against the woman’s, his speed below the waist somehow emphasizing how carefully he stroked his partner’s face. He kissed her with reverence and cupped her cheek, making it seem as if they were alone rather than in a room full of strangers.
Oddly mesmerized, Kelly lifted a hand to her damp throat. Her pulse raced under her fingers and her clit throbbed but she kept her feet moving. She was here to be part of the action, not watch it.
If she didn’t throw up first.
She moved through the throngs of people until she was alone in a long, dank hallway. Laughter rang out at the other end and she walked toward the sound. The closed door at the end of the hall taunted her. Beckoned her to investigate. Her feet moved forward of their own accord, forcing her toward what waited.
