“I saw you come in,” she says in this breathy porn star voice. She bends down to hand Bennett his drink, making sure he gets an eyeful of her cleavage, and of course, he looks. I can’t help but look down at my own chest. It’s a B cup at best—okay, so more like an A cup. It’s never bothered me before, but suddenly I’m wondering what a guy like Bennett thinks of the little I have to offer.
Porn Star—that’s what I’m calling her—bats her eyes at Bennett one last time before slowly making her way over to me. She makes sure to sway her hips in a way that Bennett can’t keep his eyes off her ass. “Would you like a drink?” she asks. “I made several. I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”
“She’ll take them all,” Bennett says from his perch on the couch.
Porn Star smiles at me and removes the drinks from her tray, leaving them on the table.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she tells Bennett before she leaves the room.
I shake my head at him and he blinks innocently. “What’d I do?”
“Her, I’m guessing,” I say, picking up one of the drinks. I sniff it and nearly gag.
“You don’t smell it, Princess. You drink it.” He sits up and takes a sip of his own drink, something dark colored on ice. “And I’ve never fucked Danicka.” His brows furrow and he stares into his glass. “That I can recall.”
“Oh, my God, you’re ridiculous.” I take a seat on one of the chairs—no way in hell am I joining him in the bed. I lift the drink to my lips and start to take a sip.
“It’s a shot. You don’t sip it,” he tells me.
I glare at him. “I’m beginning to think you talk incessantly because you like the sound of your own voice.”
“I like everything about me. I’m one of a kind.”
I shake my head. “Your ego must be the size of the Titanic.”
“I actually think it’s closer to the size of the ocean it sank in,” he counters with a grin.
I take a deep breath then and gulp down the shot. It feels like fire on my throat and I cough. “What the hell was that?” My eyes water and I gag. I really hope I don’t throw up, that would only be more ammunition for Bennett to use to make fun of me.
“I believe that was tequila. People usually follow it with a lime, but you took that like a champ.”
“Hardly.” I gasp for air. “That tasted like poison.”
“I’m pretty sure alcohol is poison.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.” I eye the five other drinks on the table.
Bennett stands and strides over to the table. He leans his elbows on the table, his glass dangling from his fingertips.
“This is what you wanted,” he reminds me. “Let go. Be someone else for a night. Let your hair down.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
He taps my forehead. “You need to get out of here. You spend too much time in your head overthinking things.”
I look away from him and out on the dance floor. He’s right, and I hate that.
He hands me another drink, and I take it reluctantly. “Bottoms up.” He lifts his own glass in a silent cheers.
I take a deep breath and take the shot.
Then the next.
And another.
There are angry drunks.
Horny drunks.