As I lean against the wall, I log into Facebook and see pictures of the flowers Brandon got Lennon for Valentine’s Day, along with the giant red velvet heart full of chocolates. Stupidly, I give it an angry face emoji and continue scrolling through my feed to pass the time.
“Hunter?” a female voice calls my name.
I look up and see Jenna Crosby wearing a low-cut shirt that leaves no room for the imagination and a skirt so tight it looks as if it’s painted on. I flash a charming smile at her.
“Hey, babe,” I say, and she leans forward, giving me a big hug. The line moves, and it’s my turn to walk inside. “Can you hold on one second? I’m about to piss myself.”
She nods with a chuckle. “Yeah, I’ll wait right here for you.”
I hurry and go, wash my hands, and walk into the dark hallway where Jenna patiently waits. She’s a pretty girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes. When I worked here, she was a cocktail waitress. I figured she had a thing for me by the way she flirted with me, but I never allowed the idea to cross my mind. She had a boyfriend anyway, and though she was a freshman in college, they seemed pretty serious. She’s a few years younger than I am, but tonight, she looks like a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
“I haven’t seen you since I quit,” she says. “How’s life been treating you after college? Did you ever get that dream job as a project manager that you wanted?”
We walk down the hallway and head toward the bar area and make small talk. The loud music means I keep having to bend down to hear her.
“Let me buy you a drink,” I offer, placing my hand on the small of her back.
“Sure, let’s get this party started.” Jenna smirks, her eyes laser focused on me.
I flag down the bartender as soon as we make it to the end of the oval-shaped bar.
With a grin, I ask, “What would you like?”
“Tequila,” she answers matter-of-factly.
I lift an eyebrow at her. “Tequila is trouble.”
“So am I,” she taunts, and I have no doubts about that. I order our shots, and moments later, they’re in front of us. We shoot them down and suck on our limes.
“How’re you and what’s his name? Was it Chris?” I ask her once the fiery burn fades.
“Craig,” she replies with an eye roll. “We broke up, actually. He’s a cheating bastard, so I’m better off without that in my life. I graduated and recently got hired at the hospital, so I’m focused on my new job, staying busy with friends, and doing what’s best for me for once.”
“Nursing, right?” My eyes meet hers, and she gives me a sweet smile and a nod. I’m sure she didn’t think I’d remember, but I’m not a complete douchebag, regardless of what Lennon thinks.
“Wanna dance?” Jenna asks as the mood in the room changes.
“If you want.” Not sure if my drunk ass can handle it right now, but I’ll sure as hell try.
By the look on her face, dancing isn’t all that’s on her mind tonight.
“I’d love that,” she tells me, and I take her by the hand. We’re just two single people in a sea of others trying not to feel so lonely as we move together. Though I’ve never felt anything toward Jenna, she’s the perfect distraction and exactly what I need. I place my hands on her small waist and pull her closer, allowing the alcohol to lead and take control. My inhibitions are down, and after a few more songs, our lips crash together. We’re breathless, and at this moment, I want her as much as she wants me.
“Where the fuck did you go?” Liam asks from behind me, interrupting us. My friends are both wasted as hell, dancing with two pretty girls.
“They’re twins,” Mason whispers with a drunken chuckle as he points toward Liam, and sure enough, the girls they’re with are identical. I laugh and shake my head because he thinks he’s being inconspicuous, but he totally isn’t because he’s practically yelling. I guess dressing the same actually played in their favor after all.
The song changes, and Jenna hooks her fingers in the loops of my jeans and pulls me closer. Her chest rises and falls, and the look in her eyes gives her away. I know what she wants.
Standing taller, she pulls my ear down to her mouth, and whispers, “Wanna get out of here?”
The alcohol makes the decision easy. “Fuck yes.”
Jenna looks up at me and pulls my bottom lip into her mouth, then speaks confidently. “I’m a freak in the sheets.”
“How could I ever forget that rumor?” I tease as she takes my hand in hers and leads me through the crowd of people. Her boyfriend, Craig, used to sit at the bar and talk about how much of a kink Jenna was, and soon, the rumors spread among the staff. After dancing with her, I believe every word the man ever said. She knows how to rock her hips and move that ass.