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didn’t realize I had ordered her a second drink until it was being placed in front of her. We both nodded and thanked the server as the dancer was getting off the stage.
“Brit!” I yelled over to my drooling bestie. “You need to get a lap dance from that chick. She was freaking good.”
Her lips turned up at the corners as her eyes locked on the tall dancer walking over to us.
“Hi ladies. I’m Roxy.”
Brit took her hand and introduced us.
“Why don’t you have a seat with us? We’ll grab you a drink.” I quickly scooted over one seat so Roxy could be close to Brittainy, and with that, they were in their kismet bubble of flirting and I was completely invisible.
I took a big gulp of my sweet drink and my mind started to get more and more fuzzy. I wasn’t a lightweight by any means; I shouldn’t have been feeling so woozy from a little more than one drink. Looking over, I noticed that Brit and her stripper crush had vanished, probably to the back room for a lap dance.
All of a sudden I was being scooped up into strong tattooed arms that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on who they belonged to.
My brain was fuzzy. My eyes wouldn’t focus. I was being carried out of the club by someone that knew my name. A deep voice kept trying to break through the haze, but I couldn’t understand what was going on. My arms and legs were limp noodles and my eyelids refused to stay open. I finally drifted off to sleep, right as I was being put into the passenger’s seat of a car and getting buckled in. The click of the seatbelt was the last thing I registered before dreams started to take over.
Chapter 2
I was startled awake. I had been falling fast in my dream and right before I hit the bottom, my eyes flew open. I quickly started to look around the foreign room. I couldn’t remember anything past seeing Brit and Roxy’s empty seats next to me at the club the night before.
I was in someone’s bed in a room I had never been in in my life. I was dressed in a large black shirt and my underwear and that was it.
How’d I get that fucked up last night?
I rolled out of bed. Hoping to figure out where the heck I was, I peered out the window. I knew that I was downtown somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn’t place the streets and landmarks in my view.
I spun on my heels as I heard the door to the strange room open. My heart was pounding and I was holding my breath as I waited to see who was coming in.
What the hell?
Of course, Bo Briggs slowly started to make his way over to me. I was paralyzed. He was engaged. What in god’s name was I doing in his room?
“How are you feeling?” He handed me a bottle of water and a couple Advil. His light blond hair was shorter than it had been, and he looked downright military with his defined muscles, sleeves of tattoos, and crooked grin that always brought me to my knees.
“Fine.” I took the tiny pills and water from my hunky ex and chugged them down fast. In all reality, my head felt like it had been run over by a Mack truck. “What happened last night? Did we…?” I sunk onto the bed. Except for a few times in passing, it was the first time I had seen Bo in a few years. All the old buried feelings flooded me. I had known for a long time that I wasn’t over my ex, but I didn’t want him to ever know that.
“You were drugged last night at the club.”
My face felt hot, my palms turned clammy, and my head felt like it was about to explode. “What the fuck?” My voice crackled.
He grabbed my hand, sitting down next to me. His thick, deep drawl was low as he started at his comforter. “Yeah, I saw the guy slip it into your drink while it was sitting at the bar. Well, I didn’t know it was yours until I followed the server to your table, but by the time I pushed my way through the crowd of people trying to talk to me, you had already taken a few sips. I couldn’t let you be prey to some slimeball, so I brought you home and
“Brit!” I yelled over to my drooling bestie. “You need to get a lap dance from that chick. She was freaking good.”
Her lips turned up at the corners as her eyes locked on the tall dancer walking over to us.
“Hi ladies. I’m Roxy.”
Brit took her hand and introduced us.
“Why don’t you have a seat with us? We’ll grab you a drink.” I quickly scooted over one seat so Roxy could be close to Brittainy, and with that, they were in their kismet bubble of flirting and I was completely invisible.
I took a big gulp of my sweet drink and my mind started to get more and more fuzzy. I wasn’t a lightweight by any means; I shouldn’t have been feeling so woozy from a little more than one drink. Looking over, I noticed that Brit and her stripper crush had vanished, probably to the back room for a lap dance.
All of a sudden I was being scooped up into strong tattooed arms that seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on who they belonged to.
My brain was fuzzy. My eyes wouldn’t focus. I was being carried out of the club by someone that knew my name. A deep voice kept trying to break through the haze, but I couldn’t understand what was going on. My arms and legs were limp noodles and my eyelids refused to stay open. I finally drifted off to sleep, right as I was being put into the passenger’s seat of a car and getting buckled in. The click of the seatbelt was the last thing I registered before dreams started to take over.
Chapter 2
I was startled awake. I had been falling fast in my dream and right before I hit the bottom, my eyes flew open. I quickly started to look around the foreign room. I couldn’t remember anything past seeing Brit and Roxy’s empty seats next to me at the club the night before.
I was in someone’s bed in a room I had never been in in my life. I was dressed in a large black shirt and my underwear and that was it.
How’d I get that fucked up last night?
I rolled out of bed. Hoping to figure out where the heck I was, I peered out the window. I knew that I was downtown somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn’t place the streets and landmarks in my view.
I spun on my heels as I heard the door to the strange room open. My heart was pounding and I was holding my breath as I waited to see who was coming in.
What the hell?
Of course, Bo Briggs slowly started to make his way over to me. I was paralyzed. He was engaged. What in god’s name was I doing in his room?
“How are you feeling?” He handed me a bottle of water and a couple Advil. His light blond hair was shorter than it had been, and he looked downright military with his defined muscles, sleeves of tattoos, and crooked grin that always brought me to my knees.
“Fine.” I took the tiny pills and water from my hunky ex and chugged them down fast. In all reality, my head felt like it had been run over by a Mack truck. “What happened last night? Did we…?” I sunk onto the bed. Except for a few times in passing, it was the first time I had seen Bo in a few years. All the old buried feelings flooded me. I had known for a long time that I wasn’t over my ex, but I didn’t want him to ever know that.
“You were drugged last night at the club.”
My face felt hot, my palms turned clammy, and my head felt like it was about to explode. “What the fuck?” My voice crackled.
He grabbed my hand, sitting down next to me. His thick, deep drawl was low as he started at his comforter. “Yeah, I saw the guy slip it into your drink while it was sitting at the bar. Well, I didn’t know it was yours until I followed the server to your table, but by the time I pushed my way through the crowd of people trying to talk to me, you had already taken a few sips. I couldn’t let you be prey to some slimeball, so I brought you home and
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