“How about a dance?”
Her smile grew. Again, she thought he was genuinely interested in more than what was in between her legs because he was asking her to dance. All he wanted to do was make sure she could grind on his dick the way he liked.
Leo was picky.
He had standards for the women he bedded. In other words, he was a pig.
“I’d love to dance with you,” she practically panted.
He didn’t waver, standing and grabbing her hand, leading her to the dance floor. I watched for a few seconds before Cain threw his arm around my body, tugging me to his side.
“Mila, you’re the best wing woman ever,” he acknowledged. “Let me buy you a drink.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you, Cain.”
He put his hand on his chest. “I’m offended. Can’t a guy just buy a girl a drink?”
“Yes. A guy can, not a man whore like you.”
He peered around the room, eyeing Leo and then Ashton who was already making out with some random in the corner of the bar.
“Am I not standing here with you while your best friend seals the deal and Ashton—”
“Gets herpes.”
“Bite your tongue, Mila. That is not the gift that keeps on giving.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I’ll take a—”
“Margarita with Don Julio tequila and salt around the rim.”
I jerked back, surprised. “You know what I drink?”
“I’ve only heard you order it about a thousand times.”
“Huh, interesting. Considering most of the time your tongue is down someone’s throat while I’m ordering my drinks.”
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “I’m a great multitasker.”
I laughed.
“No really, it’s on my resume.”
“Is that next to your low IQ?”
“As a matter of fact it is, but the size and girth of my cock on the sentence below makes up for it.”
“I see.”
He smirked. “Mila, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
I wasn’t sure how much time went by, but I swear the night flew at rapid speed and before I knew it, I was drunkity, drunk, drunk, laughing my ass off at Cain’s antics as we walked to wherever we were going.
He opened the door for me. “Oh, what a gentleman.”
“I do what I can.”
I walked in right as Leo was walking down the stairs.
“Leo!” I threw my arms around his neck. “You’re here! We’re here! That’s so awesome! Let’s get a drink!”
“I think you’ve had plenty,” he stated in a serious tone.
“Nonsense!” I pulled back, staring into his eyes. “Leo, why do you have three heads?” I pointed at them. “One, two, three… can you please stop swaying? I’m trying to count here.”
“That’s definitely you that’s swaying, Mila.”
“Why are you being the party poopers of the poopers? You’re king poopy party!”
“Holy shit,” he scoffed out, looking at Cain. “How much did you let her drink?”
I stepped back. “Whoa.” Grabbing the wall for support because the floor was moving, I reminded, “He didn’t let me do anything, sir. I am an independent woman who does whatever she wants. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?”
“Do you?” Leo countered.
“Yes, I do. I just said…” I grabbed my stomach, suddenly feeling queasy. “Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick.” Hauling ass down the hallway, I called out, “Where’s the bathroom? I need the bathroom!”
Sawyer opened the door, and I was on my knees in front of the toilet hurling into the bowl before I could help it. I stayed there with my head on the seat for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes.
“You all right?” Leo questioned, walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
“I think I threw up my liver.”
He chuckled, slowly moving my head and body on his chest before gently laying me back down on what felt like a blanket and pillow.
“I think I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying but you’re definitely going to be hungover as fuck tomorrow.”
“Ugh… make the room stop spinning.”
He grabbed my foot and laid it on the tile. “That should help. It will make it seem like you’re on solid ground.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been where you are many times, Lala.”
“Thanks.” I peeked my eyes open. “You can go back to Katie or Maddy or whatever-ey her name was.”
“I thought her name was Meagan.”
“Well, you can go back to Meagan.”
“I’m good. I’d rather be here with you.”
“Did you already get laid?”
“Yeah, I’m over her now.”
“Was she good?”
“Eh. She was all right.”
“Didn’t rock your world?”
“No, but I rocked hers. She’s passed the fuck out right now.”
“Cocky pig.”
“What? I was a gentleman, I made her come first.”
“You’re just a regular Casanova, Leo Hawkins.”
“I aim to please. Hopefully, she’ll wake up and leave and then I can avoid the whole morning after situation.”
“You’re horrible.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“I don’t know why.”
“Because I’m awesome.”
“Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick again.” He helped me sit up and I blew more chunks into the toilet.