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“Okay, okay. Things are going fine. I know he wants me, wants me desperately, which is pretty great — all things considered — but then the ass tells me toprove itand I lose it and head for the hills.”
Piper looks puzzled. She wants my story. But as a true bestie will do, she doesn’t care what Tyler’s done. She’s ready to kill him simply because I’m upset.
“It’s settled,” Piper says. “I’m going to kick his ass.” She makes one hand into a fist and smacks the other with it.
“No. Don’t do that,” I say, overcome with a fit of giggles again. “You’ve done exactly what I needed you to do. I needed a minute to calm down. I have to end the evening on a proper note. With a proper touch. Or maybe a not-so-proper touch.”
My friend looks at me dubiously. “Then we’re leaving?”
“In a few minutes,” I tell her, and Piper throws up her hands. “I’m going back out there, sweetie, so I can get him hot and bothered, and leave him wanting more. I need you to come out of the bathroom in exactly five minutes and tell me it’s time to go. Then we’ll talk more. I promise.”
“I don’t like this, Livie. I don’t like it at all. And you’re going to tell me exactly what this asshat has done.”
“I know you don’t like it, but because we’ll do anything for each other, you’ll carry through with my crazy plan,” I say before checking myself in the mirror. “And I promise to tell you all. You’re going to kill me, though, for not telling you sooner.”
I look slightly crazy, but I feel that way too, so it fits. I’m certifiably insane to think I can carry this off. Bring on that straitjacket. It doesn’t matter because I’m doing it, and I’m doing it well — so far, at least. I’m no longer a clueless twenty-year-old who can be used and tossed away like trash.
“Fine. You have exactly five minutes,” Piper warns as she plops down on one of the benches in front of the full-length mirror.
“Thanks. Love you tons.”
With that, I steadily walk ahead, take another deep breath, and swing the door open. When I turn the corner of the short hallway, I find Tyler leaning against the wall. His expression’s unreadable, which is fine by me. I can wear a pretty damn good mask of my own, if I do say so myself.
“Are you okay, Olivia?”
“I’m sorry. My drink hit me wrong, and I got overheated — hotallover. I had to cool down,” I say as I slink up to him. His eyes widen when I put out a hand and caress his chest. “I believe you told me toprove it.”
I lean against him, circling my hand behind his head and pull him down to me. I capture his lips and open myself up, my hands splaying across his chest, my tongue tasting his excitement. Tyler shakes at my boldness then pins me against the wall as his mouth devours mine.
I was prepared for the kiss, or at least thought I was. But as his tongue traces the contours of my mouth, my stomach tightens and my core grows dangerously wet. I realize no amount of preparation could’ve clued me in to how good it would feel to be in his arms again, even if I hate the man.
His body’s hard and unyielding, and he’s running his hands up and down my sides, drawing closer to my breasts with each pass. What he’s doing with his mouth — I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
His touch is searing me, and when a low groan erupts from his throat, the sound travels straight through my veins and pulses deep inside. No, I haven’t thought this revenge plot through. Not at all.
“Oh, Olivia, are you as turned on as I am right now?” He leans back only far enough to trail his lips across my jaw and trace the skin at my neck.
“I... uh... we... too pubic... public!” I stutter, my embarrassment quickly forgotten, although my hunger has been exposed to the world. My desperate fingers are clasping his shoulders, holding him to me. I’m trying to stop, but my body’s rebelling.
“No one’s back here,” he says. He slips his hand beneath my shirt and strokes my quivering stomach.
When he reaches the underside of my breasts, I hold my breath. I should call a halt to this right now. This isn’t part of my plan, but I wait for what’s coming next. He doesn’t disappoint me. His hand traces over the lacy fabric of my bra, and his palm cups my nipple, making me moan in pleasure.
“You like my touch, don’t you, Olivia?” he asks. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and gently bites down. “Yes, I can feel how much you do,” he answers for me. “Forget about dancing here. Let’s go back to my place where we canreallydance.” I’m trying to remember why I can’t do this, why I have to say no.
“Um, Olivia... Hello!”
I hear my name, know it isn’t Tyler speaking, but for the life of me I can’t drag myself out of the sexual fog surrounding me.
“Go away. Olivia’s busy,” Tyler growls.
“I don’t think so,” Piper grates out.
“Olivia!” My friend’s irritated voice brings me back to reality, and I manage to push, rather than pull, against Tyler’s chest. That’s all it takes for him to take a step back.
“I’m ready to leave now,” Piper says, sending a meaningful look my way, reminding me this is what I’d asked her to do five minutes ago. Five minutes ago seems like eons.
“I’m sorry. Yes, it’s time to go,” I say. I hope no one notices I’m panting.
