She sashays to the bar while I retreat into a corner.
Craning my neck, I survey the room when a woman's back catches my eye, and I do a double take.
No. It can’t be.
Is that who I think it is?
I drag my gaze down over her, slowly taking inventory.
Waving, black hair down her back, long legs, and her butt shaking, following the rhythm of the music.
My eyes trail her sculpted shoulders before dipping briefly to her waist.
Thigh-high stockings up her legs, lacy garters peeking from below the hemline of her mini skirt. Laced up at the back, her skirt barely covers her butt. A lacy top with molded cups hugs her chest, most of her tits spilling out.
I feel a twitch inside my jeans and part my legs to ease the building pressure.
A man stands in front of her, his eyes locked with hers. A different kind of tension barrels through my body.
She snakes her arms around his neck, grinding into him.
It doesn’t take long before his hands slide up her thighs, and his fingers trace her stockings and garters while she smoothly rolls her hips for him.
The way they touch each other speaks of intimacy.
He had her once or twice. Perhaps a dozen times. The chemistry is obvious.
I shift my focus back to him again.
Well-built–– about my height––he has dark hair and sports a sexy stubble.
His hands slip under her skirt, in plain view kneading her ass.
“Here.”
Harper’s voice spears through my brain.
She hands me my drink, and I toss it back without even glancing at it. She takes a sip of wine before placing her drink on the table and pivoting back to me.
Grinning sultrily, she leans against my chest.
“So... Do you want to dance?”
She slowly sways her hips from side to side, grinding into me. I look at her, cold as ice.
“No. Not really...” I mutter.
“We can skip dancing then,” she says.
Her arms loop around my neck when I sense a pointed stare. Hands on her hips, Senna grills me with her eyes.
I tear Harper off, spin around, and walk away.
“Hey. Where are you going?”
Senna’s heels hit the floor behind me.
I dash to the exit, and just as I’m about to step outside, her hand curls around my forearm.