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“I can pretty much guarantee it,” she replies silkily. She then licks the salt off her hand before she throws back the tequila shot. She sucks seductively on the lime wedge while making full eye contact with Dax as he shoots back his shot.
“Mmm, our turn,” the brunette says to me. She dips her finger into her tequila glass and then slowly brings the finger up to her lips. She uses her tongue to lap up and suck the liquid from her finger, then hands me my glass.
I tip the glass back, welcoming the familiar burn.
The girl presses her breasts up against my side in obvious invitation. “Do you have a girlfriend? Wife?” she asks.
“None of the above, and damn happy about that,” I tell her.
She giggles playfully and rubs her hand down my chest. “Glad to hear it. Not that I would have minded too much. We’re just here to have a good time.”
I wonder just how much farther down she plans to move her hand as we sit out here in the open where everyone can see. She’s getting dangerously close to the waistband of my jeans.
I look over at Dax. He has his hand on the blonde’s waist, and he moves his hand up every so often to tease the side of her breast. “We’re just here for a good time, too,” Dax rasps against the blonde’s lips.
The server drops off another round of shots, and I greedily take one. I’m already feeling very warm and toasty but not nearly drunk enough.
“What’s your name?” I ask the brunette. Even as I ask the question, I realize I don’t care about her answer.
“Let’s not do names tonight,” she says flirtatiously. She takes her glass and licks the liquid off the side. The hungry look in her eyes leaves no doubt that there is something else she’d rather be licking.
And it does absolutely nothing for me. Nothing. What the hell? She’s practically telling me that we’re going to have anonymous sex, and my dick wants nothing to do with it.
Because her hair’s the wrong color. She’s too tall. Her breasts are too big. Everything is all wrong.
She’s nothing like Liz.
Every time I look at her, all I can think about is how disappointed Liz would be if she knew about this. I feel like I’m cheating even though we aren’t together and will never be together. Liz wants nothing to do with me. So, why do I feel like shit being with this girl?
Dax and his girl look like they’re about to rip each other’s clothes off right here in the booth. I see the blonde girl smile suggestively at Dax. “Why don’t we go to your place? We can continue the party there,” she says, right before reaching out with her tongue and licking Dax’s lower lip.
“Best idea I’ve heard all night,” Dax says into Blonde’s mouth.
“I think your friend disagrees,” Brunette says, pouting in my direction. “He doesn’t seem too into me.”
Dax shoots daggers at me. “Ethan’s just having a rough day. He needs you to cheer him up. Isn’t that right, Ethan?” His tone doesn’t leave much room for argument. It’s telling me to snap the hell out of it.
“Fine. Yeah, let’s go.”
Dax texts our driver as we start walking toward the door. Brunette grabs my arm and places it around her neck as we practically stumble outside. We’ve all clearly had more than enough to drink.
The driver pulls up to the curb, and we all jump in the back of the black Escalade. Instead of someone heading to the third row, we all pile into the middle. Brunette ends up on my lap. I’m pretty sure she didthat on purpose. Dax looks over at me and gives me a knowing nod and a smile.
Brunette starts wriggling around on my lap and reaches her hand down to rub me. Despite wanting nothing to do with her, my dick starts getting hard. It has a damn mind of its own. She leans down to kiss me, but I dodge her by moving my head to the side. “Let’s wait until we get to Dax’s place.”
Brunette looks put out by my rejection but stops trying to kiss me. She doesn’t remove her hand from my lap, however.
When we pull up to Dax’s building, the brunette’s eyes get wide. She asks, “You guys live here?”
“Nah, just Dax. He’s a show-off. I live a few miles from here, and my place isn’t nearly as impressive,” I admit.
The doorman opens the door for us, and we head up to Dax’s penthouse. Dax opens the door, and both girls gasp. “Holy shit,” Blonde gurgles. “This place is insane. How rich are you?”
Even in my drunken state, I roll my eyes. You’d think these girls could at least play cool and pretend they’ve been in a rich guy’s penthouse before.
The brunette walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over Manhattan. “This is a million-dollar view.”
Dax laughs. “More like a twenty-million-dollar view.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts on some music. The techno crap he likes bursts from the surround sound speakers.
