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Tonight, I’ll be charming. I’ll laugh and shake hands with all the arrogant pricks pretending to wish me well. Then I’ll find a willing woman and let her erase all visions of red lips, dark hair, and a pair of emerald eyes.
ALEXANDREA
I sit back as Lucas, my Uber driver, seems happy carrying on a conversation with himself. Me? I’m silently freaking the fuck out.
“Oh God,” I groan, my elbow resting on the window.
Numb. I’m numb because not only did I almost die, but I just had a kiss that… I don’t even know how to describe it.
Savage.
Consuming.
Screw that, addictive is the only way I can even try to sort through these feelings making my stomach twist and flip. My lips almost throb as if he’s branded me.
What am I going to do? He wants me to drop the class. Strike that, he demanded I leave, permanently.
Closing my eyes, I barely register that Lucas is still talking. My hand drops to my abdomen as I do my best not to scream,Shut up. I need quiet in here to think!It’s not this guy’s fault that my life is spiraling out of control.
“This is so bad,” I whisper as I sit up to gaze out the window, barely admiring the ocean and its majestic waves flowing in and out. All I see is him.
Full lips as they slammed down on mine. His hands jerking my hair back… Jesus, it was like my whole body became his. Had that man not come out of the fish market…
“So anyway, if you ever want to laugh, I can get you a ticket. Just let me know. Here.” Lucas’s annoying hand appears in front of my face with a purple card.
Blinking, I pull back to let my eyes focus, realizing I’m home, or at least at Skylar’s home.
“Oh, thanks.” I try to smile, but my lips seem to still be tingling. Grabbing the business card he dangles in front of me, I force myself to read it.
Lucas Davis
Actor!
Comedian!!
Chauffeur extraordinaire!!!
818-442-8596
“Actually, I’m at the Comedy Store this Thursday night. Not headlining, but I’m still there. You should check it out. Are you twenty-one?” I don’t even get a chance to respond when he continues, “I mean, if you’re not, it’s okay, but it’s always more fun if you can drink, and there is a two-drink minimum.”
“I’m not, but I have a fake ID.” Why would I tell him that? What if he’s a narc? I finish giving him a tip on my phone and swing the car door open, dragging my stuffed backpack out. I must go through it tonight, or I’ll throw out my back—I already feel lopsided. But first, I need a cold shower because it feels as though a fever’s burning through me. God, I feel raw, vulnerable, and yeah, the whole scooter fiasco was awful. But I can recover from that. Kissing Dean Powers, though? I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
“That’s cool.” Lucas’s voice interrupts my sphere again, and I almost start laughing.
A narc? Really, Alex? This guy literally looks like a wannabe Tom Holland.
“I’ll try to stop by,” I say, hoping that makes him drive away. As I walk up the small sidewalk, it’s the first time I’m grateful for the neighbor’s dog barking nonstop at me. Lucas is still talking, but the dog drowns it out. I turn to wave, then dart inside, leaning my back against the door as my backpack hits the hardwood floor.
“Nightmare.” I bring my fingers to my lips as my mind replays the way he tasted like chocolate, maybe even a cappuccino? And his smell… like fresh, not cologne, but clean with a slight spice. I push off the door and walk down the small hallway toward the bathroom. Music spills out from under Skylar’s door. God, she’s blasting Miley Cyrus’s “Flowers” again. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a toe tapper, but she’s been playing that song over and over for the past week.
“Jesus.” I roll my eyes, happy she’s not locked in the bathroom as I sneak in and lock the door. Kicking off my white Converse, I quickly strip off all my clothes and almost scream as the cold water stings me. Instantly, I turn on the hot water and lean my back against the cool tile as I wait for it to warm.
“What should I do?” I close my eyes and try to breathe. Might as well give up trying to fight this. My pussy is literally a gooey mess. Reaching for my wet breasts, I swallow a groan as I pinch my hard nipples. My eyes close, and I see his ocean-blue eyes staring at me as his hand grabs the back of my hair, snarling for me to open my legs.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my middle finger rubs my swollen clit back and forth. I’m so achy and wet, and all I want is…him.My eyes dart open. Focusing on the steam as the hot water dances near my toes, I rub my clit hard, already climbing.
“Yes,” I whimper as I go over, orgasming on my finger, my pussy pulsing as I open my eyes and try to get ahold of my breathing. Beforehand, I didn’t have a face to think about, but now… now, I have Dean Powers, the most unattainable man I could ever think about having.
