After a few more hugs and a couple of Dad-style jokes, my brother and his soon-to-be-wife took off to go schmooze and talk to people.
“Well,” David said to me when they were gone. “Looks like
we’re going to need more drinks.”
THE HOTEL THE PARTY was at was huge. It was a resort-style place I’d never in a million years be able to afford to stay at, but I didn’t particularly care. I wasn’t staying there, and my brother was paying for drinks, so I’d just take advantage of it and live like the night was ever going to end.
David and I each grabbed another drink and then after some socializing and forced smiles with random colleagues of David’s and random friends of my brother, we dropped our empty glasses on the bar, and sneaked off to find some solitude.
“That’s more like it,” he said when we stepped out of the banquet hall.
“Feels more like a wedding reception than a birthday party,” I commented.
“True,” he said. “But that’s always been Felix’s style.”
“Go big or go home, right?”
David chuckled and nodded.
“Right,” he said.
Together, we started walking down the hall of the hotel. It was so wide you could easily fit six people side-by-side in it. Seriously, how the hell had my brother even find this place? It was insane.
“So how long are you in town?” David asked.
“Wondering if you’re even going to have time to take me on a date?” I asked. “You haven’t won the bet just yet, silly man.”
“I’ll win,” he said confidently. Then he smiled at me in a way that would have melted my panties off if I’d been wearing any. David was like a shark circling his prey, and I was the prey. Only, I didn’t feel as scared as I thought I would have.
I definitely didn’t feel as scared as I should have.
“You seem certain,” I said.
“You might be surprised to hear this,” he said. “But confidence is a good trait in an attorney.”
“What about in a lover?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He held a hand to his chest in mock surprise.
“Why, Zoey Lane, are you propositioning me?” David asked. “I am so surprised.”
“Shut up,” I giggled, slapping him playfully.
A couple walked around a corner just then. They looked drunk, and David and I both stepped to the left of the hallway so they could pass us. They were laughing and kissing and pulling at each other’s clothing right in the hallway. We stared, looking as they made their way to the elevator.
“Think they’ll make it to their room?” I asked him as the woman’s shirt came flying off. It landed on the floor, and she seemed to forget about it entirely as she stepped into the elevator with her date.
“I hope not,” he said. “The security guys here probably work pretty hard. They deserve a little show now and then. Don’t you agree?”
“A show?” I asked, looking at him.
Who was this guy?
Who talked like that?
And why did the idea of showing off for a group of invisible people I couldn’t see seem to turn me on? It was normal to know that the security cameras at a hotel were carefully monitored, but the idea of doing something specifically for those guys to see was, well, kind of hot.
“Haven’t you ever thought about it?” He asked, stepping closer. I stepped back. My body was pressed against the wall of the hallway, and David was in front of me. I should have been scared or horrified or worried, but I wasn’t. I just kept thinking about how much I wanted to touch him. I thought about how much I wanted to kiss him. If I slid my hand down and reached out to touch his cock, would it be hard for me?