"Yeah, friend." I tell him and I glance over at Sarah, she's now dancing with the guy she had danced with earlier.
His lips twitch, "That's good."
"Oh and why is that?" I ask, my voice husky. I can't believe that I'm flirting with this guy. I’ve never flirted with anyone, I’m usually the shy one, the girl that gets overlooked because my friends are amazing.
"Because you're coming home with me tonight and I'd hate to break up a relationship."
I splutter, "I'm sorry, says who?" How dare he?
"Says me." He smiles and God, he's beautiful.
"I'll think about it." I don't know what the hell has gotten into me tonight but I'm tempted to go home with him.
His smile widens, "You do that." He slowly walks away, his eyes boring into me as he does so. I can't take my eyes off of him.
"Who's the hunk?" I spin on my seat, my heart beating fast as I come face to face with Sarah, her eyes on the crowd that the guy just disappeared into.
Taking a sip of my drink, trying to steady the rhythm of my pulse. The tequila is strong but the lime takes the edge off of it. "I don't know."
"So, are you going home with him?"
I gape at her, "How the hell did you hear that?"
She shrugs, "I didn't, I can lip read. You should totally do it."
“I don’t know, I don’t even know his name. Hell he just asked if I was alone and then told me that I was going home with him.” What the hell has gotten into me? I would think that was an ultimate turnoff and yet, I find it sexy as hell.
Her eyes widen and a slow smirk forms on her lips, “That is hot! Look, see how you feel by the end of the night. You can go with him and see where it takes you. No one is pressuring you to do anything, if they do, I’ll kick their ass.” She winks at me as she picks the Margarita up and takes a sip, “He really is hot.”
I nod, “Yeah he is.” He’s freaking gorgeous. “What about you? You going home with that guy?”
She waves her hand dismissively, “I’m not sure, we’re just dancing at the moment. I’d love to go home with Jagger, but I don’t see that happening.”
“Why?”
She tips her chin behind me and I turn and see Jagger standing by the door, his arm around some girl’s waist as they talk. “That’s why. She’s Carina, she’s his on and off again girlfriend. The last I heard they were off permanently. Guess that’s no longer the case.”
Shit, gone is her happiness and in its place is the usual defeated, sad Sarah that I’m used to seeing. “His loss, come on, let’s go and dance again.”
We both finish our drinks and she smiles, “You’re right. It’s his loss. Besides, it’s not as though I’m going to see him again after tomorrow so what’s the point?”
Linking my arm through hers we make our way to the dance floor, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up once again, turning I see the dark-haired sexy God standing at the back of the club with his arms crossed looking at Sarah and I. My heart begins to race as his eyes rake over my body.
“Mia, I’ve never seen you so flustered before.” Sarah says as we dance, “You keep glancing at the back of the club, is he there?”
“Yes, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of us.”
She scoffs, “Oh Mia, my sweet, sweet Mia. His eyes are not on me.”
“What am I going to do Sarah?” This is all so new to me, I’ve no idea what to do, and I don’t even know what to say or how to act. I should forget it and go back to the motel with Sarah.
“Mia, that’s something I can’t tell you. What does your head tell you?”
I laugh, “To run back to the motel.”
She smiles, “And your heart?”
I throw my head back and groan, “My heart wants to go and see what happens.”