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She’s a bit of a feeder—if that’s even the right word—when it comes to drinks.
The bouncer lets us in without question and we walk through the dark corridors brushing past couples making out and people having conversations in a quieter area of the club.
After dumping our coats at the cloakroom, we push through a door at the end of the corridor and the main part of the club is spread out in front of us. The music that was just a dull thud amplifies, enveloping us.
Alex throws an arm around my shoulders as she talks into my hair. Even in my heels, I barely reach her chin. “Let’s go get a drink, find the others and then hit the dance floor.”
I do a little excited wiggle, drawing the attention of a tall, mysterious and handsome guy dressed in black jeans and a white shirt, leaning on the bar. Our eyes connect and he raises his glass toward me.
I might not be ready to go home with a guy but I’m up for flirting.
Swaying my hips as the opening notes toI’m Realby Jennifer Lopez and Ja Rule blasts through the speakers, I grab Alex’s hand and move toward the bar. My gaze doesn’t leave the hot guy.
I can already tell it’s going to be a good night.
Not only is it old-school R’n’B jams night—my favorite—but I’ve got good company in Alex and a hot guy to flirt and dance with.
Alex stands behind me as I lean over the bar to grab the attention of the bartender. When she reaches me, I order two glasses of champagne and whatever the hot guy I’m standing next to is having.
I can feel his gaze boring into my bare back and when I turn my head to face him, there’s heat in his eyes. Stepping back from the bar, I hold my hand out for him to shake. Almost immediately he slips his own into mine. It’s warm and slightly calloused, but based on the rich smell of his cologne and the tailored cut of his clothing, it’s more likely from the gym than any hard labor.
There’s no spark.
Internally, I roll my eyes. Whatever happened when Noah touched my hip was a fluke. A static electric shock. Not some spark between us in the romantic way. That stuff only happens in romance books, not real life.
Holding my hand for what some might consider a beat too long with no action, he bends, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Jamison Monroe.”
Wow. The deep timbre of his voice travels through my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I mean, I’m not getting flutters down there like I used to with a certain someone but I can appreciate a delicious man as much as the next woman.
But I didn’t get that with Will either.
And look how well that turned out.
“Savannah.” I’m not stupid enough to give a stranger my full name.
As the bartender drops our drinks off, Alex reaches through us, forcing him to drop my hand. Picking up a glass of champagne, she drops some bills on the counter. “As nice as it is to watch you two eye fuck each other, I don’t really go for voyeurism. It’s nice seeing you again Jamison, take care of my girl. Have fun kids and be safe.” With that she walks off, no doubt to find the others.
Jamison and I both chuckle before I turn back to the bar and pick up my drink, throwing it back in one gulp.
Putting the glass back on the bar, my curiosity gets the better of me. I lean into him—he smells woodsy. I like it. My voice is raised to be heard over the music as I ask, “How do you know Alex?”
Jamison leans in close, as he replies, “She’s best friends with my friend, Cooper’s, wife.”
I process the information, a question dancing through my mind that I need to know the answer to before I go any further with him. “Have you two…” My question trails off, but I know he understands what I’m asking.
“God no. She’s been hooking up—although not so secretly—with one of my other friends, Sebastian. He’d kill me if I went near her. I think they do a lot of hate fucking.”
With a nod, I put a pin in that, making a note to ask Alex about Sebastian another day. I wonder if he’s the guy Alex has hinted at but refused to give me any details on. I know Meghan knows, but they’ve both been tightlipped about him.
“Wanna dance?” I hold my hand out to him as he downs the amber liquid before discarding the glass and taking my hand. He leads the way to the dance floor as the track changes toDrop It Like It’s Hotby Snoop Dogg and Pharrell Williams.
My hips swing to the beat as we move, until we’re in the center of the crowd. Jamison twirls me and tucks me into his body so my back is to his front. We move as one to the rhythm, grinding against each other, losing ourselves to the music.
In the back of my mind, I’m vaguely aware of the fact that I haven’t so much as said hello to the others. Tonight is for me though and screw my manners.
Mama would whoop me so hard if she knew.
Sorry, Mama.
