“Blond and brown. Although the brown’s really dark, almost black. Weird with blond hair, but I think he spends time on the beach. Sun highlights,” she explained.
Her new friend, “Jack” according to his nametag, nodded. “Anything else?”
“Oh and he dresses well. All the time. I’ve never seen him with his hair wet or wearing a T-shirt.”
Jack nudged the hand clutching her glass—herotherglass, because the first one was up to her lips—and inclined his head. “You don’t mean him, do ya? Over your right shoulder.”
Her heart started to pound so fast she actually felt dizzy. What would he do when he saw her? Should she flash him her bare pussy? Would that be like a mating signal, giving him permission?
God, was she really getting drunk off half a mixed drink?
“Not smart to skip dinner,” she mumbled, looking where Jack had indicated. She saw blond hair but this guy’s was halfway down his back in a messy ponytail. “Uh uh. Spencer never misses a trim. I’ve never even seen him with stubble.”
“Spence? Why the hell didn’t you say so?”
Jack winked when she turned back around, but she definitely didn’t get any friendly vibes now as she had from the guy manning the door. He might as well have licked his lips, his meaning was so clear.
Shit, did her competition come with a penis?
“I’m sure he’s upstairs,” he continued. “Hooked up with Nina first thing. She’s delicious.”
Kelly choked on her drink. Great. Nina probably didn’t feel like a gangly wannabe sex kitten who’d somehow snuck into the lion’s den. “Were they…” Jack wasn’t her best friend. She couldn’t get dirty with him, at least not until she’d had a bit more to drink. “Getting busy?”
“You mean fucking?” He gave her a kindly smile as he moved down the bar to fill another order. “Not right here but that’s usually the way of things. You know?”
“Yeah.” Watching her boss have sex would definitely make this a night to remember. “Can I bring a drink upstairs?” she asked, pushing aside her empty glass.
“Sure. He’s probably in the steam room. They both like it hot.”
Kelly didn’t stick around to chuckle with her new pal. She eased off the stool and skirted the edge of the roped-off dance area with its strobe lights and smoke machine. She sidled through the crowd, taking in all the couples—and sometimes three- and foursomes—twined around one another, hips gyrating to the pumping music.
A stiff breeze and some of these chicks would be getting pregnant. They were dancingthatclose.
She hurried up the narrow winding flight of stairs to the second floor. Immediately the noise level dropped and rhythmic Middle Eastern music replaced the driving club beat. Exotic-sounding instruments accented the sinuous melody, adding to the feeling of surreality. She’d truly stepped into a whole new world.
She took a deep breath and sandalwood incense singed her nostrils. Or maybe it was the marijuana. Hard to tell.
Sipping her drink, she glanced around the wide, low-ceilinged room. Everything was red. Walls, carpet, couches. It looked as if someone had blown up a watermelon.
When her gaze landed on a pair on the couch in flagrante delicto, she inhaled deeply. God. The guy’s pants bunched around his ankles and his bare white butt flexed as he plunged into the beautiful darker-hued woman beneath him. Her legs were practically behind her ears. Kelly could hear her moans from across the room but the middle-aged couple reading the paper beside them didn’t seem to notice.
As the woman’s moans turned to shrieks, Kelly sucked down another mouthful, nearly swallowing the tiny cherry-laden sword in the process. She whirled away and stared at the glossy picture of overripe fruit on the wall until the woman had finally calmed down and her own heart rate began to slow.
What was she doing here? The idea of home seemed ridiculously appealing.
She had no clue where Alana had gone and she’d probably be the laughingstock of The Book Nook when she walked in the door tomorrow. One of her coworkers had to have found her phone. It was the most likely scenario, since she’d had it before lunch.
Sure, she might’ve dropped it in the parking lot outside the store, but she doubted it. She had that kind of luck.
Hell, they could be dissecting her private code over wings and beers at the Double Burger at that very moment.
And Spencer’s cock was probably balls-deep in the delicious Nina, who probably whimpered through her orgasms like a porn goddess.
To distract herself, Kelly dug out her old cell phone, the one that barely held a charge and randomly turned itself off while she was using it. Handily she’d kept two phones on her prepaid plan.
After a moment’s debate, she called her friend. And got voicemail. How shocking.
Thanks, Alana. Appreciate the support.