“How are you…it’s impossible. You’re—”
“You say we’ve never met before. But why are my palms etched with every curve and dimple of your body?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Maybe we were star-crossed lovers in another life and we’re finally coming back to one another to rekindle the forbidden love we once had.”
“You’re crazy. That would be crazy.”
“But not completely unprecedented.”
He’s lost his mind. Clearly both of our drinks must have been spiked. But then explain why you still feel the heat of his touch against your thighs. Because I’ve gone mad. Completely freakin’ bonkers. “Listen, I can’t explain what’s happening, and quite frankly, it’s starting to freak me out, so if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to get up and leave.” No, you’re not. Yes, I am. Nope. Not moving.
“Well, then we both agree…”
“That what?”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Gah! He needs to get out of my head! “I promise I will not lay a hand on you. But I cannot say the same for you.”
Hold up. “Wait, you think I’m gonna make a move on you?” Look calm. Look calm. Don’t fall for the trap of his curving lips. Plump. Super kissable. “What? I’m not. Why are you smiling like that?”
He keeps me on edge, stalling as he takes a sip of his drink. Lips. Adam’s apple. Sneak peek of his smooth, chiseled chest. I wonder if he would mind popping open another button of his dress shirt to appease my growing appetite.
“Shall we end this useless debate, or did you want to continue lying to yourself?”
Lying to myself sounds good. “There’s no debate. I’m not like that.”
“Like what?”
Good question. Because I am like that. I’m not saying I’m not adventurous. Hell, I had sex with James in a public bathroom within hours of meeting him. And I can’t say it was the first, second, or third time I’ve ever done something crazy like that. I did used to be spontaneous. Before he ruined that. “I don’t just meet someone and throw myself at them. I have respect for myself. I have morals.”
There’s no doubt in my mind he’s secretly calling me out on my bullshit. And let’s be honest, I wouldn’t be opposed if he challenged that theory and lured me into the bathroom to prove me wrong.
He’s yet to say anything more, and it’s making me anxious. I try to avoid his penetrating stare, finding myself chipping at my nail polish as if it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. When he finally speaks, his voice causes me to jolt in my chair.
“As you wish, cherie. But beware, this town has a sexual allure. People come here to embrace their unknown desires. Wide variety of play. But as you say, you have no interest. So I won’t press. It is up to you when you accept your hidden passions. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to use les toilettes.” He stands, humor in his eyes as he winks and turns, vanishing through another velvet draped door.
I, on the other hand, sit frozen in my seat, my mouth dragging along the floor. How does he keep doing that? Reading my mind? I haven’t taken my eyes off where he disappeared to. Is he expecting me to follow? Indulge in my wild fantasy of passionate sex with a mysterious god. Shit, is he hearing my thoughts right now? I take that back! I’m not that kind of girl!
Ugh…
Grabbing for my drink, I take a hefty gulp, needing to sort myself out. I straighten in my seat and adjust my posture. I cross my legs like a lady and stay planted on my chair, where I plan on staying until he returns. Because I’m not that kind of girl! The thought more meant for him if he’s listening.
The lights start to flicker, dimming even lower. Smooth jazz begins to play around the club. Bass dominates the chorus, then a simple melody of piano and drums add to the mix. My attention turns away from the door, realizing we’re not in the back, but front and center. Lights begin to bloom, illuminating two women on a stage. I take a sharp inhale when I realize they’re practically naked, except for a lacey thong. Without realizing it, I adjust my position so I’m facing them, curious of what’s to come. The two women begin to dance with one another in a slow, sensual manner. My breath hitches as they wrap themselves around each other, their breasts brushing against the other’s. One woman’s hands wrap around the other’s waist as she dances against her thigh, her lips parted with obvious arousal.
The other woman is no less affected. Her eyes barely open, her hands caressing her ass, putting pressure on the other’s sexual grip to her thigh. I’m lost in the provocative movements, finding myself just as aroused. I watch in fascination as one’s hand caresses the other’s breasts, taking her small nipple in between her fingers and pinching. My mouth falls open along with the woman’s, feeling the throb in my own. I squeeze my legs tighter as the woman rubs her wetness against the other’s thigh, both lips parted in want. The urge to touch and pinch my own breasts is overwhelming. There’s lingering temptation of how it would feel to be between them, their hands all over me, touching me. The indecency starts to turn my belly, and my skin begins to heat.
Then, their mouths close around one another. Their kiss is so electric, an unfamiliar sound falls off my lips. My tongue wets my lower lip as I
