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Authors: Natalie Barnes
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he’s a dick because the way our bodies just barely touch each other sends this jolt of electricity pulsating through my entire body. Tristan being this close to me makes me feel weak and craving his touch on every inch of my body. Okay, Tristan is an arrogant piece of shit. Why am I even letting this guy give me this kind of a reaction?
“So has your name changed at all?”
Ryan’s voice snaps me out of my trance. I don’t say anything, and I’m just sitting there quietly for a moment to come back to.
Ryan goes on asking, “I mean Ariel. Is that your last name?”
I shake my head a little, trying to find the words to speak. “No, it’s my middle name actually. My last name is Mancini.”
Ryan nods then takes a drink and then he says, “Cool.”
I’m starting to squirm a little. I’m going to finish this beer; then, I’m going to make up some excuse to leave. Yes, that sounds good. Tristan stretches out his arms, laying them flat on the table when he’s done and starts talking to his band on what he thinks could be used in the next show. Really? I mean, I’m all for being professional, but we just did our show. Time to unwind and fucking relax a little. I look over to Jared, rolling my eyes and sticking my lips out, mocking Tristan.
“Is something the matter?” Tristan’s deep voice causes me to jump. Jared starts laughing at me, and I just sit there for a moment. For some stupid reason, I thought that when I turn my back away from him, he wouldn’t be able to see me. “No. Nothings the matter.” I turn back toward him a little, clearing my throat. I give him my little sassy, teasing grin. The alcohol is definitely making me cockier now.
Tristan narrows his eyes at me, but he is starting to have this half smile form on his beautiful lips. While the other guys pick up on conversation again, Tristan leans into me and whispers in my ear. “Then why the fuck were you mocking me?” He slowly pulls back from me, placing his left arm behind me and resting it on the booth. Now I feel intimated, but I don’t want him to see that. Straightening myself up and squaring my shoulders, I look him dead in the eyes. “Well, maybe because you dedicated fucking harlot about me.” I quirk my eyebrow up at him and cross my arms, and doing so pushed my breasts up even more. I notice his eyes moving down to my chest, and he slowly licks his bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth. His eyes slowly graze my chest for a moment longer before making their way back up to meet mine again. Fuck me running. Okay, I think I should go and use the bathroom now. This is just getting too intense for me to even handle now. Trying to speak, I manage to get out quietly. “I need to use the restroom. May you let me out please?” Tristan just stares blankly at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking right now. “Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.” Um… I think this requires him to—I don’t know—move the fuck out of my way! “Well, actually, you are. You see, you need to move out of my fucking way.” Holy shit! I can’t believe I was so bold just now, but it felt good. Tristan’s eyes widened, and humor is now on his face. He starts shaking his head softly and says, “Climb over me if you have to go that bad.” What! I’m not climbing across his stuck-up ass. He just wants to put me in an embarrassing position by either crawling across him or asking the other guys to all get out. So I do the immature thing. Something I did all the time whenever I was out eating with my parents at restaurants when I was younger. I start scooting to my knees below the table. Tristan has this surprised look on his face, and Jared’s looking at me like “What the fuck are you doing?” Everyone else doesn’t seem to notice. They were all getting too smashed, and they’re partying hard now.
I have all these knees in my back, and Tristan’s knee in my face. I hear Jared laughing from up the table. Tristan peeks his head under the
“So has your name changed at all?”
Ryan’s voice snaps me out of my trance. I don’t say anything, and I’m just sitting there quietly for a moment to come back to.
Ryan goes on asking, “I mean Ariel. Is that your last name?”
I shake my head a little, trying to find the words to speak. “No, it’s my middle name actually. My last name is Mancini.”
Ryan nods then takes a drink and then he says, “Cool.”
I’m starting to squirm a little. I’m going to finish this beer; then, I’m going to make up some excuse to leave. Yes, that sounds good. Tristan stretches out his arms, laying them flat on the table when he’s done and starts talking to his band on what he thinks could be used in the next show. Really? I mean, I’m all for being professional, but we just did our show. Time to unwind and fucking relax a little. I look over to Jared, rolling my eyes and sticking my lips out, mocking Tristan.
“Is something the matter?” Tristan’s deep voice causes me to jump. Jared starts laughing at me, and I just sit there for a moment. For some stupid reason, I thought that when I turn my back away from him, he wouldn’t be able to see me. “No. Nothings the matter.” I turn back toward him a little, clearing my throat. I give him my little sassy, teasing grin. The alcohol is definitely making me cockier now.
Tristan narrows his eyes at me, but he is starting to have this half smile form on his beautiful lips. While the other guys pick up on conversation again, Tristan leans into me and whispers in my ear. “Then why the fuck were you mocking me?” He slowly pulls back from me, placing his left arm behind me and resting it on the booth. Now I feel intimated, but I don’t want him to see that. Straightening myself up and squaring my shoulders, I look him dead in the eyes. “Well, maybe because you dedicated fucking harlot about me.” I quirk my eyebrow up at him and cross my arms, and doing so pushed my breasts up even more. I notice his eyes moving down to my chest, and he slowly licks his bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth. His eyes slowly graze my chest for a moment longer before making their way back up to meet mine again. Fuck me running. Okay, I think I should go and use the bathroom now. This is just getting too intense for me to even handle now. Trying to speak, I manage to get out quietly. “I need to use the restroom. May you let me out please?” Tristan just stares blankly at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking right now. “Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.” Um… I think this requires him to—I don’t know—move the fuck out of my way! “Well, actually, you are. You see, you need to move out of my fucking way.” Holy shit! I can’t believe I was so bold just now, but it felt good. Tristan’s eyes widened, and humor is now on his face. He starts shaking his head softly and says, “Climb over me if you have to go that bad.” What! I’m not climbing across his stuck-up ass. He just wants to put me in an embarrassing position by either crawling across him or asking the other guys to all get out. So I do the immature thing. Something I did all the time whenever I was out eating with my parents at restaurants when I was younger. I start scooting to my knees below the table. Tristan has this surprised look on his face, and Jared’s looking at me like “What the fuck are you doing?” Everyone else doesn’t seem to notice. They were all getting too smashed, and they’re partying hard now.
I have all these knees in my back, and Tristan’s knee in my face. I hear Jared laughing from up the table. Tristan peeks his head under the
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