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“What’d you say?” I ask.
“I’m Dan.”
“Oh, right. I’m Lilah.” I pretend to feign interest in him, but it’s hard when the rest of the coke sits on the counter.
“You did that modeling campaign for LV, didn’t you?”
I nod.
“What do you want to do now?” Dan skims his hand over my breast, thumbing the nipple. It’s clear he wants me.
I want his coke.
“Let’s do another bump and then decide,” I flirt in a way that promises him whatever he wants after I do another line.
He grins and nods toward the white powder—ladies first and all that. What a gentleman. I lean over with the rolled bill in my hand and snort another line, exhaling in relief as my face grows number and the familiar burst of energy that accompanies my high finally kicks in.
He takes the bill from my fingers before I offer and finishes off the coke.
“Ah, fuck, that’s good,” he says, letting the bill fall in the remnants of the powder. As soon as he straightens, his gaze dips and he twirls me around, pressing me against the full-length mirror on the one free wall in the room, my back to his front. “Don’t you just love this feeling?” He uses his other hand to pull my dress up over my ass and gather it at my waist.
“Mmm-hmm,” I say as he slips his hand between my thighs.
“Don’t you love fucking when you’re high?” he growls into my ear.
When I don’t respond, he slips my thong aside and pushes one finger into me, then another. My head falls back onto his shoulder. He mistakes the action as acquiescence when in reality, I need to move. The pent-up energy and anger inside me are itching to be expelled.
“Let’s take this party onto the dance floor,” I suggest. Doing so will allow me to take care of both my anger and my energy issues.
“You sure?” he asks, punctuating his question with a pelvic thrust that drives his fingers farther into me.
“Yeah, I need a drink. We can get back to this later,” I say.
To my surprise, he slips his fingers from me and steps back. I realign my dress so that my ass isn’t hanging out and double-check myself in the mirror.
Dan unlocks the door and lets me walk out first. A security guard is making his way down the hall to do a check. He gives us a knowing look but doesn’t say anything.
I hit the bar as soon as we’re back in the main part of the club and order a shot and a double martini. Dan partakes in a shot with me but opts for a whiskey sour. Once we’ve slugged back our drinks, I drag him onto the dance floor, careful to situate us so that we’re within view of Jimmy and Tripp, but not so close that it looks as though I’ve positioned us there on purpose. If he wants to play, I’ll show him I can too.
The bass of the music thrums through my body, adding to the tingling sensation assaulting my limbs. I feel powerful and full of energy, as though nothing can bring me down.
Dan presses against my back, his hard-on completely obvious as it pokes me in the ass. My grinding against him is affecting him, and I feel his warm breath on my ear. He wraps one arm around my waist as we continue to dance, and I spare a glance in Jimmy’s direction.
He’s still enthralled by the slutty brunette. He and Tripp are laughing and carrying on as if they’re the only two women in this club.
I lean back into Dan, swinging my arm up behind me so it’s around the back of his neck. Dan’s hand runs up and down my body, stopping just underneath my breasts. I close my eyes, lost in the sensations assaulting my body. Everything around me fades into darkness, and I ride the euphoric high as a willing passenger.
When I finally open my eyes again, I glance at the VIP area and see that Jimmy is gone. Tripp and the two women are there, so he must have gone to the bathroom.
Dan grinds into me from behind as he turns us in a circle, moving with the deep bass in the music. We turn in the opposite direction of the VIP area, and that’s when I spot him.
Jimmy stands on the edge of the dance floor with his hands fisted, laser-focused eyes mixed with rage and betrayal.
Guilt floods me, but I push it aside. He’s the one who wouldn’t speak with me. He’s the one who came here with someone else. He’s the one who hurt me.
I grind a little harder into Dan as Jimmy watches. Disappointment flashes across his face before he shakes his head and walks around the perimeter of the dance floor, back to his booth.
The all-too-familiar look on his face cuts me to the core. Rips my heart into pieces of useless flesh.
