Alejandro
Alanaand I had eaten dinner and I’d suggested we go to bed with the intention of fucking her senseless, but she had seen that some movie she loved was on TV and had pleaded with me to watch it.
I’d agreed and had regretted it almost instantly. It was some God-awful, chick flick about college roommates who spent most of their lives getting wasted.
I lay on the bed scrolling through my cell phone and she lay with her head at the other end, propped up on her elbows and laughing out loud every five minutes.
I was hardly paying attention when I felt her hand on my thigh. ‘Are you not enjoying the movie,’ she asked me.
‘No. It’s fucking awful. I never did that whole college thing, going out and getting borracho every weekend.’
‘Well, neither did I. But it’s just a film,’ she shrugged.
‘But, you went to college?’ I narrowed my eyes at her.
‘I did. But I never did any of that other stuff. I had to work on my father’s campaign almost every weekend.’
She turned off the TV and then she looked up at me with those huge brown eyes of hers as she stretched out on the bed.
‘So you never went out and got drunk most weekends like a regular college student?’ I asked her.
‘I did a few times,’ she said with a shrug. ‘And I used to go to this great club in New York with my friend, Kelsey. I only went a few times though. Not nearly as much as I should have.’
‘You wished you’d gone out and got drunk a little more?’
‘I wish I’d danced more. I love dancing. I don’t think I danced enough,’ she said as she stared at me. Suddenly, she seemed sad and I had an unfamiliar urge to want to make her feel better.
I stood and took hold of her hand, pulling her up from the bed. ‘You love dancing? Then let’s go dancing.’
‘What? Now?’ she laughed.
‘Yes. Now.’
‘But, it’s late.’
‘It’s ten pm!’
‘I have nothing to wear.’
‘We’re only going to a club. A short skirt and a tank top will do just fine.’I slapped her on the ass. ‘Now go get changed and I’ll take you dancing.’
She gave me one of those wide, genuine smiles and wiggled her ass as she walked to the bathroom. I felt my dick twitching as I watched her.
What the fuck was I doing?
We walked through to the private, VIP area of the club and I slid into the booth behind Alana. A waitress brought over two ice buckets containing a bottle of champagne and a bottle of vodka, along with a jug of ice and some glasses.
Alana looked around wide eyed. ‘This is nothing like the clubs I’m used to,’ she shouted over the thumping music.
I couldn’t help but smile at her. The Naked Flame was the hottest club in L.A. Even on a weekday night it was bouncing.
It was a hot spot for the L.A elite. People with more money than sense thought nothing of dropping a few thousand dollars a night in the place.
Something about having Alana sitting next to me in the crowded club, in her tiny little skirt was making me crazy.
I leaned into her ear. ‘Take off your panties,’ I growled.
She blinked at me in shock. ‘Here?’