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“Shall we?” His lips tip up in a smirk before he turns, quickly exiting the car. Colton exits from the other side at the exact same time.
Shifting out of the backseat, careful to keep my dress from riding up too high as I do, I avoid looking in Hudson’s direction as I straighten my posture and turn toward Emma.
“Okay, boys. To the beach,” Emma instructs, pointing out to where the moon is perfectly accenting the water a couple hundred feet from where we’re standing. “Lennon and I will go get refreshments and meet you out there in a couple minutes.” With that, she hitches her arm through mine and quickly drags me toward the elevator that sits right inside the parking garage.
“Holy shit. Holy shit.” It’s the first thing Emma says when the elevator doors slide closed behind us. “He’s so into you.” She turns toward me, her green eyes wide with excitement.
“What?”
“Hudson. Holy shit. He is so freaking hot too.” She fans herself dramatically.
“He really is,” I agree, not able to fight the smile that spreads across my face.
“And the way he kissed you outside the club. Holy shit.” She leans against the back wall of the elevator. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night, Len. Like at all.”
“What about Colton? He seems pretty smitten by you. Not that there’s anything surprising about that.”
“He’s okay.” She shrugs, almost indifferent.
“Okay? He’s had his hands on your ass half the night. I sure as hell hope you think he’s better than just okay.”
“I mean, yeah, he’s hot and sweet and he’s definitely the kind of guy you take home for a one night stand and never see again, but he’s certainly not dating material. Not that I’d want to date him, I’m just saying.”
“Why do you think he’s not dateable?” I ask as the elevator doors slide open on the fifth floor.
“Have you not been paying attention?” she asks, shaking her head on a laugh. “No, I guess you haven’t. Anyway, Colton is a player. Like, with a capital P. I knew that within thirty seconds of meeting him.”
“Then why spend the whole night dancing with him?” I ask, following her out of the elevator and across the hall to our door.
“Because look at him. Plus, he’s been rubbing his crotch on me all night and I happen to know for a fact he’s packing down below. If you know what I mean.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me before finally clicking the lock and pushing her way inside.
“Oh my god, Em. Please tell me you haven’t spent the entire night with him because you think he has a big dick.”
“No, I’ve spent the entire night with him because I plan to prove he does.” She grins, shimmying her hips as she crosses through the living room, flipping on lights as she goes.
“You’re not actually going to sleep with him, are you?” I ask, pulling my last ten dollar bill out of my bra and dropping it on the end table sitting next to the fluffy white couch that lines the back wall.
There definitely are perks to having your best friend’s dad in the real estate business. Not only has he allowed us to live in a condo well beyond anything we could dream to afford, but he also gave Emma pretty much an endless budget to decorate it however she wanted since he will rent it furnished once we move out. Needless to say, she went a little overboard. Buying way nicer things than either of us would probably ever buy for ourselves, leaving us with a gorgeous water front condo that looks like a successful business woman lives here rather than two poor college students.
“Um, of course I am,” Emma answers as she reemerges from the fridge, a bottle of Tequila in one hand and flavored vodka in the other.
Neither of us are huge drinkers. Well, except on Thursdays. We don’t have class on Friday so typically Thursday is reserved for margaritas or cosmos and a binge session of whatever we’re currently watching on Netflix. Hence the vodka and tequila.
“Tell me you’re not planning on banging that hottie who’s been following you around all night like he can’t see past that fantastic ass of yours,” she counters.
“Absolutely not,” I say adamantly, unsure if I’m trying to convince myself or Emma.
“Says the girl whose legs turned to jelly when he kissed her. You’re totally going to bang him.”
“Don’t do that.” I crinkle my nose.
“Do what?”
“Refer to sex using phrases like ‘bang him’. Makes me feel like some horny teenager.”
“As opposed to a horny twenty-two year old,” she quips, rolling her eyes at me. “Come on. Let’s not keep them waiting.” Emma slides out of the open kitchen that’s only separated from the rest of the living space by a large breakfast bar lined with round top stools.
“You go ahead. I’m gonna change out of this dress first. It’s pretty chilly outside.”
