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“Strawberry mimosa,” I order, pulling out some cash. Clay’s large hand reaches out, pushing my hand back toward my boob pocket. What? This dress is pocketless, so bra it is.
“Add all her drinks to Bellamy’s tab,” Clay says, smirking, and I shake my head.
“Wait. What? No, I don’t want him to think I asked her to do that,” I argue, and Clay chuckles.
“Only Milo and I can request it. If someone else tried, she’d tell them to fuck off,” he tells me. When the bartender hands me my drink, I grab her wrist, then lean up and over the bar.
“Please don’t put my drinks on Bellamy’s tab. Here.” I try to hand her the cash, but she shakes her head, nodding to someone behind me. “He’s watching me, isn’t he?” I ask, and she nods with a smirk. “Fine, here’s your tip.” I smile, and then, just to be annoying, I order twenty shots of clear liquor and tell her to pass them out. She gets tipped double, and I get to rack up that tab that I didn’t ask for.
“He’ll get you back for that.” Clay grabs my elbow as I sip from my drink. I resist rolling my eyes into the back of my head and moaning at how tasty it is. That issogood it should be illegal. I might need a few more.
“Meh, let him try.” I shrug, not really worried about it. What’s he gonna do?
“Want to dance?” Clay asks, and I freeze. Yes, I do. But not with Clay. Clay needs to dance with someone else!
“Uh, let me just find somewhere to put my drink?” I ask, hoping I can either ditch him in the crowd or find a suitable replacement.
Clay doesn’t take rejection well, so I need to be careful here.Milo!He won’t let me dance with Clay. Shit. That won’t work. Milo is hiding in VIP.
Uh. Shit. Okay. Think, True, think.“I have to pee!” I shout, handing my drink to Clay and dashing off to the bathroom before he can say anything. I’m in the restroom and hiding in a stall so fast, I get dizzy. Maybe that was the alcohol, though.
I suppose it couldn’t hurt to dance with Clay. We’ll both get more attention, and I can hopefully find the right girl to take my place. I straighten my back and exit the stall, washing my hands, so I don’t look gross when I overhear the woman next to me talking about some guy.
“Oh, he’s been watching me all night. His eyes never leave me for more than a few seconds,” she says, and I smile. Good for her.
When I walk through the door, there’s Clay. Still holding my drink.
“Let’s dance!” I smile, heading for the dance floor. I down the rest of my drink, set the empty glass on a table, and start dancing, keeping a distance between Clay and me as I look for a girl to swap with. I turn my back to him, swaying my hips as I assess all the women checking Clay out when he presses his body against mine and grabs my hips.
My eyes go wide as the desire in him slams into me, taking my breath away. It’s not full of a desperate need for attention—instead—he’s entirely focused on just this moment. He’s not even looking around to see if other women are watching.
Which, yay for me! It means my magic is working, but he’s not supposed to be focusing on me. That’s when I spot her. Cooper’s teacher. She doesnotlook very teacher-like at the moment, and Milo hasn’t been interested in her. She looks around shyly and is quietly dancing with a group of her friends. Half of whom are staring Clay down. Perfect!
“Fuck,” Clay whispers as he pushes the hair off my neck and leans forward, whispering into my ear. “You look beautiful.” Panic mode activated, I snap my hand out, grab the teacher with one hand and Clay with the other, then blast them both with way too much magic.Oops.
“Sabrina! Have you met Cooper’s Uncle? Clay, this is his teacher, Sabrina!” I announce, tugging them together hard, then ducking out from between them to run away.
I run up the stairs toward the back upper corner where I can safely hide and catch my breath.
Milo watched me run by but said nothing, thankfully. I think I might have let my powers slip. Gotta be more careful.
From this corner, I can see Bellamy, who looks terribly grumpy. What happened?! He was doing so well! Milo also looks pissy. So that’s great. Not! Why is it always one step forward and two steps back with these guys? It’s exhausting. And I want another mimosa, dammit!
Deciding to start with Bellamy first, I rush to the shameless flirt and pat his left shoulder, as I step up to his right. He blinks, frowns, and then smiles when he sees it’s me.
“Hey boss, how's your night?” I ask, even though he’s not actually my boss. Obviously.
“My ex is back.” He nods, and I look down to see the woman from the bathroom staring at Bellamy intently. It’s creepy as fuck, honestly. She doesn’t even blink.
Red-hot anger ignites in my chest, and I have to restrain my natural instinct to toss my shoe at her head. She’s lucky these shoes are expensive. How dare she marry another man, and then come here and flaunt herself in front of the man whose heart she broke!
I don’t think, just act. I reach up, cup his cheek, and turn his head until he’s looking me in the eyes.
“She’s miserable and she’s trying to make you miserable too. Don’t let her.” I stare into his eyes and then drop my hand as he steps into me. When he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, I shiver. It feels good.I need to get laid. Jeez.
“Help me?” he asks, and I nibble my lip. I want to, but it has to be him.
“I want you to do exactly what I say. Okay? Go down there—alone,” I add, just in case he wanted to drag me with him. “Tell her she looks beautiful, hell, get her a drink too, and then pat her shoulder. The same way you’d pat the shoulder of an old man. Tell her to have a good night and offer her and her friends a VIP seat. And then walk away,” I say. “Tell the bartender to take care of them, and then turn away from her, and don’t look at her again for the rest of the night,” I encourage him. “Do this every time she comes. Never anything more. Don’t use another woman to make her jealous. Show her that you’re fine on your own. That even though you’re alone, you still don’t want her. Okay?” I nod, and Bellamy smiles.
